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Journo request: Abortion

I’m writing my Cosmo column this week on abortion, and I’m looking for women to answer some anonymous questions about their experiences via email. 

I am pro-choice, but I’m not looking for a particular type of (positive or negative) story. I will need you to be currently aged between 18 and 35, though, and have been living in the United States at the time you had your abortion (since laws differ so much from country to country). 

If you would like to participate, please email me at rachel.hills@gmail.com before EOD Tuesday. Thanks in advance for your help.

ETA: I’ve heard from everyone I need now. Thanks so much to everyone who got in touch.

“Whatever you think is wrong with your sex life or lack thereof, you’re probably fine.”

A pithy summary of my TEDx talk. Thanks for the shout-out, hellyeahsexpositive!

hellyeahsexpositive:

Understanding the Sex Myth: Rachel Hills at TEDxLoughborough

NOTE: I am such a huge sucker for TED Talks you guys oh my gosh. This one isn’t excessively long, and it boils down to “whatever you think is wrong with your sex life or lack thereof, you’re probably fine”.

Ironically, the feminism in Unspeakable Things might just be more likely to reel in new converts than its glossier, more deliberately palatable counterparts. As a teenager, I went to an all-girls’ high school that drummed into its pupils that women could do anything. We wore purple on International Women’s Day, studied women’s history, and were presented with a parade of successful former female students. But this “girl power” feminism always felt hollow to me. It was only when I began to think about how gender influenced our everyday experiences, and saw things I had thought were personal to me put into political context, that feminism suddenly became relevant and interesting. I wasn’t drawn to feminism because people had told me it was cool; I was drawn to it because it helped me make sense of my life.

ICYMI: here’s me talking about feminism and Laurie Penny’s Unspeakable Things at The Daily Beast.

The best of the rest of the internet: super duper #feminist special

Weekend reading a la me.

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Whether you are pro-choice or pro-life, read this: My year as an abortion doula. (NYMag.com)

Let’s face it, fashion bloggers were never out to make fashion critics obsolete, and the fact that fashion writers seemed to think so betrayed a lack of perception and surfeit of self-importance on their part. The true incarnation of the fashion blogger was a post-modern revision of the socialite." Danielle Meder on the end of the fashion blog. (Final Fashion)

For Playboy, feminism is just part of being a gentleman. (Think Progress)

"The #allwhitecast is our workplace. The #allwhitecast is the Central line to Tottenham Court. The #allwhitecast is the queue for the Sainsburys self-checkout. Sly in its ubiquity, we almost don’t see it coming. Until we do." (Interrupt)

I’m a feminist writer, who feels desperately constrained by what’s regarded right now as feminist writing." (Melissa Gira Grant)

"Honestly? I find her the most fascinating, most interesting person, ever.” Monica Tan meets with Kim Kardashian fans at a mall appearance in Sydney. (The Guardian)

#Realtalk. What I learned from my first year as a lesbian. (Oh, Sarah-Rose.)

"Just the idea that this person would look at me and my interests and say, ‘You know what? In this hypothetical world, maybe we could have sex.’—that was really liberating. That was really, really intensely, powerfully liberating." I find most trend pieces about Tinder boring and overstated. But this one is excellent. (Playboy)

Ultimately the men who are yelling at us about our asses in the street are not the men reading impassioned essays on Salon or Buzzfeed or Cosmo about how wrong it is.” Chelsea Fagan on the uncomfortable privilege of being catcalled. (Chelsea Fagan’s blog)

In an era in which much feminist writing (in print at least, online is a different story) seems designed to be as agreeable as possible, Penny’s unflinching politics are a breath of fresh air. Unspeakable Things harks back to the early work of writers like Germaine Greer, Shulamith Firestone, and bell hooks; to the days when intellectuals weren’t afraid to offend, or to throw ideas at the wall and see which ones stuck.

Suffice to say, I rather liked Laurie Penny’s new book, Unspeakable Things. Review up today at The Daily Beast.