Protesters’ signs shouted what it seemed they could not say enough times. These were the messages they plastered onto cardboard boxes and poster board so the world would see what they meant — so the world could see how much they meant it.
Women of all ages brought their daughters to Saturday’s March for Women and Social Justice in downtown Atlanta to educate and inspire them.
My skin is darker and my hair is unrulier. But just because my reality isn’t being reblogged on Instagram doesn’t mean it’s not good enough. … I don’t need a hashtag to tell me my worth and nor do you, dear friends.
After seeing this movie, I felt proud to be a black woman. These three powerful women inspire me to succeed to my fullest ability in life.
United Way’s Youth United teens met up with VOX in our downtown newsroom to discuss individuality, LGBTQ rights and double standards.
Today felt filled with lament and mourning — mourning the loss of all the social progress that has been made for anyone who isn’t a white, heterosexual male in the top 1 percent of the economy.
I asked my girlfriends of African, Latin and European descent “What does friendship mean to you” and “How do you know when someone is your friend?” This is what they said.
Schumer and Dunham’s version of feminism likely would have gone unquestioned against its old definition, but today, representing the voices of your lookalikes and bashing all other women should not and cannot be tolerated.
Imagine walking into a lecture hall where 150 peers sit in lightly polished wooden chairs. At the front of the room stands a group of established women. On either side of the room stand more supportive women. They all like you and are only here to encourage you.
I am girl/and girl does not mean/“Sexualize me”/“Pry me apart”/“Look me up and down.”