Jody Amable

If I let everyone off the hook for extenuating circumstances like, “He’s over 50, so he probably just doesn’t know any better,” no one’s ever going to stop calling me “sweetie.”

I was waiting to finally not like a Harry Potter book, and folks, I found it. Half-Blood Prince was boring.

In this time of toy-giving, I'm reflecting on the impact one doll made on me and, I'm willing to bet, a small subset of other girls, too.

There are a lot of things to hate about the Olympics.

The further I get into this series, the harder time I am having remembering what the eff has happened so far. You see, I am an Old Lady.

A few weeks back, I got looped into an Instagram chat with some coworkers from one of my gigs, who were snarking about the fact that the

According to the magazine, women need special help understanding sports. Cue the glorious, hilarious Twitter outrage.

Forget a cute story of wizard wonderment — the real moral of Harry Potter is that life is an endless parade of pain and turmoil where you have to watch everyone you’ve ever loved die.

FINALLY someone acknowledges professional boundaries at Hogwarts.

Harnessing the courage within myself—courage I didn’t even know I had—to coolly, calmly call this guy out has made me a better human being.