Rebekah Kuschmider

Underpants are how you dress your CLITORIS! Your clitoris desires something fancy, don’t you think? Something soft and slinky or lacy and feminine or red and racy.

The next few months are going to feel like drinking from a firehose of bad political news. Just today, my email is pinging away with alerts about all the executive orders that Trump seems to have signed expressly to make me, Rebekah Kuschmider, lose my mind. I keep feeling jolts of adrenaline, and I reach for my phone to email or call or Tweet or SOMETHING to release my endless rage.

I’ve gotta say, "coconut ash" sounds way more appetizing than "activated charcoal."

Understanding that systems of oppression tend to cast a wide net is the easy part. Next is the hard part: How do we as feminists work to position ourselves within the intersection of marginalized peoples and make sure we’re working with them, instead of stepping on them to get ahead?

Zika virus is not going anywhere.

There’s another entrepreneur out there who wants to teach us to masturbate better, too. And they’re ready to send smart-tech into our vaginas to make it happen.

The good news for those of us in the cicada zones: they’ll only be around for a couple more weeks. Cicadas are dramatic additions to any ecosystem, but they don't hang around long on the surface.

Does the Senate health care bill suck? Yes. But because I hate to wallow in bad news, here’s something in the world of health and bodies that is a positive development: teens are more apt to use contraception now than in the past.

In the weeks since Pokemon GO was unleashed on the world, people have largely settled into two camps: people who love it and want to play all the time and people who think it’s stupid and make fun of the players. Say what you will, but the haters need to pay attention to the story I’m about to tell, because chasing Pokemon led one family to save a life.

There’s nothing like a tropical getaway. The sun, the sand, the fruity umbrella drinks, the puppies.

Wait, what?