The Madonna-Whore Dichotomy is Still Real – and I’m So Over It
When I cheated on my husband, I also cheated on my family. I treated those blameless, beloved people extremely badly, either overtly or by negligent and selfish default. I have never hidden from that at all. The fact that I was given any chance at all to repair these relationships...
Mansplaining. It’s not funny
Recently, I decided that I wanted two exterior walls at our house to be painted white. Not even two walls, actually: one and a half. It didn’t strike me as a particularly complicated or arduous job. I thought about doing it myself, but the tricky issue of ladders reared...