Anne Thériault

This is what it's like to be a feminist on the Internet who also happens to be a mother.

I could tell my therapist that tomorrow I will eat toast for breakfast instead of a bagel, and technically I will have done what she's asked.

We live in a culture that simultaneously claims to embrace the equality of men and women and at the same time seriously devalues femininity.

Please buy a dictionary and look up “censorship.” The definition is not “brief note concerning the subject matter of the following text.”

Was Tommy from Third Rock From The Sun a slimy old alien dude or a 12-year-old boy? In retrospect, it doesn't matter.

It's possible to mourn and celebrate, to be with someone you can't see or feel, and to find some kind of joy even when you're mired in loss.

Spoiler alert: they look like bodies that have been recently been filled with a quart of amniotic fluid, two pounds of placenta plus a kid. This is not a bad thing.

I want to know the texture and weight of faith, as if it was a sort fabric I could run my fingertips over.

The deaths of trans women like Dalmar constitute an emergency; there's no other word for it.

Consider asking your father to turn you into a tree.