Holy crapola! Two nights ago I had the most vivid dream! I dreamt that everywhere I tried to go I got stopped. I had huge meetings and presentations and I was blocked every step of the way. Getting lost. Clothes snagging on hooks. Couches in front of doorways. It was a WEIRD night! I shared this with my friend and coach Susan Hyatt and she said, “WE SHALL NOT BE STOPPED!” And that hit me smack in the face. How often are people trying to stop us? How often are we trying to sto
Oh, guess what? I have a new YouTube channel with all my amazing FB live videos on it! And do you know what I received as a special bonus gift when I loaded all of my amazing, juicy, feminist badassery onto YouTube? A TROLL! And he isn’t even cute. But he called me a DYKE *gasp*, which made the bisexual me giggle because I was like really? He also talked about me getting raped and killed, which wasn’t awesome. So I reported him and will likely turn off the comment option for
I was recently asked by a Twitter buddy how I can be thinking that we are winning with shit being so bad for women. I get it – things aren’t so good. Kavanaugh. Roe. Health Care. Separation of Children. Death of the Environment. I could go on and on and on…but I won’t because I sort of feel like the patriarchy is on fire and it is running in circles trying to put itself out. I think the resistance is winning and that is why shit feels like it is getting worse. Here are 5 ways
This week I watched Hannah Gadsby’s Netflix special “Nanette” THREE TIMES. If you haven’t watched it yet…do yourself the biggest favor EVER and watch it…RIGHT NOW. One hour and 9 minutes of complete magic. I promise you won’t be sorry and I would love to know which part struck you the most. She talks about stories.
She talks about voice.
She talks about misogyny and patriarchy. She tells parts of my story because her story is similar to my own. You see, I pass as straight-h
Remember your magic.
Remember you’re magic.
-Lisa Lister How often have I silenced myself for fear of being heard?
How often have I denied my true calling for fear of being seen?
How often have I deleted my unfiltered thoughts for fear of having my words twisted?
How often have I shushed myself for fear of being destroyed? How often have YOU denied the call of your heart out of fear?
How often have YOU deleted your words for fear of death?
How often have YOU stopped th
Words I never thought I would have to write…our 10 year old daughter was beaten up by a 10 year old boy on the playground last week. This wasn’t just bullying. It was more than that. And it was one of the most frightening things I have ever experienced as a parent. Here are some quick headlines that I wrote down to process my anger: “The pathology of misogyny starts in elementary school”
“When boys beat up girls: why girls don’t fight back”
“A mothers anguish starts in 4th
I woke up this morning and wanted to write you a letter about advocacy. What is advocacy all about anyway? Why should we even do it? What does it matter? And where in the crap do we find daily motivation to keep going in 2018? Merriam-Webster defines mayhem as, “willful, permanent, crippling mutilation”. I for one super love the idea of permanently mutilating the patriarchy. It sounds so delicious. It is the perfect reason to engage in advocacy. Advocacy is abou
Yesterday I got this kick ass message from my friend where she said: “This was the anger roiling in me this morning. While the snow came down, the fire in me got hotter. It’s time to let the motherfuckers burn. I love you so much for how you inspire me and so many others. You’re onto something here Missy. Don’t let anyone stop you. Keep going.” I was like BOOM!
Hell YES! Boy did I need that message because I was DISCOURAGED. Thank you divine universe for reminding me
When we engage in advocacy and speak our truth, sometimes we hit a major roadblock. Mine is my “good girl”. She is an expert at saying, “shhhhhh, be quiet, sit down and shut up before someone sees you.” Feeding into this mindset can stop us from taking action. When women engage in advocacy and speak our truth, sometimes we are told we are wrong and women really hate being told we are wrong. Feeding into this mindset can stop us from taking action. Pitting women against other
Last week I posted a blog about the sexual harassment that has occurred at the USC School of Social Work. One of my former professors has been found guilty of sexual harassment involving several colleagues that I respect and admire. His colleagues have spoken out. The MSW students have spoken out. And the PhD students have issued a response. Three groups critical to the success of the USC Suzanne Dworak-Peck School of Social work have spoken begging for action that will prote
The events in Charlottesville, VA 10 days ago smacked me in the face and left me paralyzed. White supremacy is is NOT OK. It makes me feel gaggy in my throat with anger. It makes me damn mad. I know I am not alone in that feeling. I know that there are more of us than them. I also know that I am not surprised about what happened in Charlottesville. I see my privilege.
I am white…I am middle-upper class…I am married…I am educated.
People assume that makes me like them when w
I feel myself slithering up from the depths of only grief looking slightly like Golum from the inside out. A demonic sinister look in my eye promising to eviscerate your soul. Tank Girl I am angry.
Ball busting violently angry.
I want to claw, gnash, tear out, slash and burn.
I want to beat and main and thrash and break and cut and filet your soul from the inside out.
I want to rip your heart from the middle of your body, hang you upside down and watch you drown on your o
28 Days 28 Days in a menstrual cycle 28 Days in this Kickstarter campaign 13 Days left in this campaign August 28 is when we find out if we conceived so we can give birth to this project My mother was adopted as an infant. She recently met her birth mother Joyce. This is why Joyce committed money to my Kickstarter project: “My virgin days are long over but the book will give many people quite a bit to think about. When I was young and even a little older, abortion was somethi