Joni Edelman

Help. Me. Please. And by help me, I mean, bring me my jumbo size jar of

"She has created an important space on the internet and in the real world, a space that women and girls are free to take up however they please."

I did The Today Show, and after that spent 45 minutes talking to Inside Edition. If you're confused, imagine how I felt.

Our relationship has been a little complicated. I've loved you a lot, and I've loathed you at least that much, but mostly you've just gone unnoticed. Except for those 5 to 7 days every four weeks when you made your presence quite evident, what with the river of life blood and the random excruciating, and from what I can tell, unnecessary, contractions.

When I had my first child, I couldn't have prepared for the way it would make me feel.

The Interent is ugly sometimes. And raising kids using it doesn't always make it easier.

With the help of the midwife—and immense effort on my part—Ella finally slid out into the water. But she was limp, pale. It was scary.

It's #STDAwareness week here at Ravishly. We're kicking it off with this handy chart!

Now that I've embarked upon the decade I once considered "old," there are a few things I'd like my 20 (and 30) year-old self to know.

In today's HELLO, OBVIOUSLY news: National Coffee Day.