In a personal essay for Racked, Shoshana Kordova, from New Jersey but now living in Israel, explains why she and her daughters have embraced a layered look. “The leggings and pants my daughters and I wear under our skirts,” she writes, “mean we don’t have to choose between skirts and pants, between religious conventions and pragmatic considerations, between constriction and liberation.”
In 2013, Carly Lewis wrote a great piece for the Walrus about the phenomenon of certain male journalists writing either drooling or dismissive profiles of famous (and famously attractive) women.
This week is National Infertility Awareness Week but for me, every week since December 13, 2011 is infertility awareness week. That’s the day a surgeon removed my lentil-sized embryo and the fallopian tube it was stuck in. Left to grow, the embryo that I wanted so badly to be my first child would have killed me. The time I spent in infertility hell coincided with a time when I, a third-generation New Yorker, lived with my then-husband in Mississippi, where citizens had just voted down personhood legislation, which would have outlawed both my life-saving surgery and the subsequent interventions that gave me hope of conceiving again.
While I admired much about Mississippi, it was hard for me to live in such a thoroughly Christian place. As I prepared for IVF, I found little comfort in in-person support groups or on internet-based pregnancy loss forums, awash with alienating talk of unsuccessful attempts as angels. I found myself holding the rational positions about the unlikelihood of its success (IVF cycles fail 60 to 80% of the time) as a bulwark against others’ Christian optimism. The faith that comforted them grated on me. My IVF failed.
As the Forward recently noted, Politico reports that Ivanka Trump, daughter of President Trump, got a less than friendly welcome at the W20 Conference Tuesday morning in Berlin. Most strikingly, “she was booed and hissed at by the majority-women audience at the conference when she lauded her father for supporting paid leave policies.”
Feeling confident your closet is Ivanka-free? You may need to think again: At The Business of Fashion, Lauren Sherman reports that discount store Stein Mart is “selling Ivanka Trump garments relabeled as Adrienne Vittadini Studio.” What gives?