Joni Edelman

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.

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.

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

Brangelina are splitting up. A sad day for them, a joyful day for single ladies everywhere.

Having kids doesn't have to mean the death of your sex life.

As a stay-at-home mom, I've made plenty of sacrifices. Where are my accolades?

Let's get to it—a primer on The Sex.

Silly me, I thought the darn thing took care of itself. Little did I know I was sorely mistaken and had a vagina complex.

Body politics activist. Photographer. Chronic quoter of Monty Python. Unapologetic fat chick.

The Cabbage Soup Diet, aka The "Torture” Diet. You just put cabbage in water and cook it. And you eat it. All day. It is not good. You will still be hungry, and farting — very smelly, paint-peeling farting.