Sarah Gladstone

Kids see it, we see it, the American people see it: Disney princesses perpetuate an unrealistic portrayal of the female body.

Word bombs like "hey baby" or “let me see that smile" create metaphysical clashes on the streets calling into question whether petulant catcalls are misogynistic (but harmless) or are actually societally sanctioned sexual abuse.

What if there was something just as easy, just as reliable and convenient as those disposable to-go cups but totally eliminated the waste? Nope, it's not a hippie's LSD-induced fever dream. It's just some clever entreprenuers from Brooklyn...

In our youth-obsessed society, the elderly are nearly invisible, hovering near the edges of existence.

You say you want a revolution? We're having a nineties reboot . . . with the spirit of the sixties seeping in.

It’s that lovely spring floral and festival season and we are officially in a perfect Goldie Locks type weather situation: not too hot, not too cold, but just the right climate for biking. So which towns have the best bikeability?

All I heard was “positive."

For the sake of all that is sacred, I will henceforth become a dependable person. Or at least I will try.

If there’s even a chance that smartphones are connected to cancer why the fuck do we keep using them?

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