That word. You know the one I mean. See you next Tuesday. Yes. That one. I hate it. There. I’ve said it. I don’t say and I don’t write it. Ever. I don’t like to hear it, and I don’t like to see it written anywhere. Instinctively, I find it abhorrent. I change channels on TV when I hear it and I generally unfollow people on Twitter who use it (where I see it most often, unfortunately). And while most followers agree with me, I have received some criticism from tweeps for this stand, including: women should reclaim the word
Continue reading...The other night I was Facebook, and was fascinated by an invitation to participate in a discussion about Jennifer Aniston, the perfect size and being comfortable in your skin. As you can see, nearly 100 people commented. Views ranged from just be happy with yourself regardless of the size to anyone over size 12 is a loser to you can be big but also healthy. I couldn’t help myself. I had to comment. And this is what I said: This is just another insidious way that society tries to control women. Think about it. If we are using all our
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