Sofia Isella is a profound singer and songwriter who actively speaks out against rape culture through her music. She frequently sings about the sexualization, objectification…
“The Yellow Wallpaper”, a short story written in 1892 by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, is an early literary example of how women’s mental health has been…
All over social media, women and female-presenting individuals are creating videos to the song “Labour” by Paris Paloma, sharing their stories of sexual assault, advocacy…
“What if people judge me for taking arm floaties?” Well, those people don’t care if you live or die. Coming to terms with a diagnosis…
The popularization of psychology is often attributed to the work of Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud. Unlike her male counterparts, the contributions of Sabina Spielrein…
“The Bell Jar” is a semi-autobiographical novel written by Sylvia Plath and published in 1963. This was the first and last story ever to be…
“The Yellow Wallpaper” is a short story written by Charlotte Anna Perkins Stetson Gilman and originally published in 1892. Stetson Gilman was an American writer…
When Ellen Chloë Bateman set out to work with Evan Mead, it was for the Autism and Dating Project. However, their story had to take…
When, in early 2018, Britain’s Manchester Art Gallery took down a 19th-century painting by John William Waterhouse “Hylas and the Nymphs” in an attempt to show…
Elham Fatapour is a Toronto-based artist and a graduate of York University with an MFA in visual arts. Her recent work includes painting, performance, and mixed-media…
Chrystos is a Menominee self-educated writer and two-spirited activist. Chrystos’ work examines themes of feminism, sexual orientation, social justice, and Native rights. In her poem…
To my daughter I will say, ‘When the men come, set yourself on fire’ – In love and In War, Warsan Shire “Teaching My Mother…
Is there something wrong with the word ‘bossy’? In October 2015, actor Jennifer Lawrence wrote a personal essay about the wage gap in Hollywood and,…
By: Anne Sexton Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an empty Coca-Cola can…
By: Sylvia Plath On this bald hill the new year hones its edge. Faceless and pale as china The round sky goes on minding its…
By: Slyvia Plath All right, let’s say you could take a skull and break it The way you’d crack a clock; you’d crush the bone…
