Sarah Gladstone

Yesterday morning, I was shaken by the 6.0 magnitude earthquake that struck the Bay Area.

A look into Aubrey Plaza's Latina pride.

I know that in a lot of ways I am a cultural and ethnic enigma. But discussing my identity all the time can get old. Like, real old, real fast.

New video featuring the comments of outraged Domino's customers shines new, disgusting light on first-world entitlement

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

As Americans we have fallen prey to a particular "look" —namely white and thin—and suffer from an inability to shatter it. The result? A backhanded compliment of the hybrid variety: “You’re pretty . . . for a black girl.”

"No! Come back! I just want to love you!"

No one wants to have to say, “Shalom! I’m a child of Israel, and you are . . . ?”

Beneath the ear-worming melodies and undeniable pop-froth of the '90s was a latent feminist agenda that's still informing the woman I am today.

The success of the Oscars relies on the efforts of many key people.