Sarah Gladstone

All I heard was “positive."

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

This is the funniest movie about abortion that you will probably ever see.

We’ve come a long way since the duo-chromatic days of black and white TV.

Hot vanilla. Sweet vanilla woman. Break me off a piece of that vanilla girl! Nope. Nobody says that.

Hey GOP, you can't capture millennial votes with silly stereotypes. You'll have to be more creative than that.

Sure, poop capsules sound gross—but they could represent a significant medical industry breakthrough.

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.

When it comes to baby animals, oohing and ahhing and squeeeing around them (baby bunny . . . squeee!) is usually the way to go.

Shutting the door on kids who don't fall within the confines of "the norm" is not a viable option.