Suzannah Weiss

When I was first diagnosed with anorexia ten years ago, I vaguely knew that eating disorders were a feminist issue.

I won't lie: When it comes to my appearance, I'm not my own biggest fan. Others may disagree, but catching a glimpse of myself in my mirrored closet doors is not a pleasant experience.

On the interview room’s cozy couch, Ellie (AKA Elliphant) sounded off on the absurdity of American gender roles, how humans are like giraffes, and her past life as a dude resembling Mowgli from The Jungle Book. No, really.

"Hey, you're a feminist. What do you think of that?" If we feminists got a dollar every time someone at a party asked us this question, we just might close the wage gap.

“Some of the smartest thinkers . . . are university professors, but most of them just don’t matter in today’s great debates”—or do they?

Who knew the tech industry could do that.

At age 25, I'm hardly an adult. But boy am I grown up compared to who I was in college. If I could go back in time, I'd have quite a few things to tell my former self, and save a lot of stress, time, and energy.

Pham’s company, MOGUL, is run by women and for women, and has a profound social mission.

One day, when you’re twice your age, you’ll write a letter to yourself with all the things no one taught you about your period

I was six the first time I remember sucking in my stomach.