Women invented cyberspace. Yet today’s internet rewards misogyny with fame, wealth, and power. Could it be otherwise?
When did we all become so empowered, passionate, and self-enterprising?
“Speaking out” is what began the #MeToo movement. But fulfilling its goals will require listening.
Artist Simone Leigh curated a series of intellectual sermons directed by Black women who grieved, strategized, loved, and yearned for community.
Can the work of mothering and everyday acts of care merge with efforts to achieve social justice?
A new film centers on a young, unmarried woman’s attempts to secure an abortion—over a decade before France legalized the practice in 1973.
“When did everyone become Black and not of specific nations themselves? Why did being Black mean not belonging to a place?”
Maria Dahvana Headley’s translation of “Beowulf” forces us to think about what we need to be true about the past, and our access to it.
“We didn’t think of ourselves as hippies, we thought of ourselves as serious people with politics.”
“We have to take over spaces because we are not going to be invited in.”
“We need food, clothing, shelter, and healthcare, but we deserve that unquantifiable, experiential thing that is education, culture, leisure, beauty, nature.”
“Few libraries list it among their holdings, and sometimes I have wondered if the book in my possession actually exists.”
The way women practice feminism differs between Quebec and France, especially in how they welcome—or don’t—Muslim women.
Once, radical artists and thinkers shook up conservatives. Now, it’s the right gleefully transgressing a “moralizing” left. What happened?
In 1963, a Panamanian assemblywoman took to Cuban radio to condemn the United States and its control of the Americas.
Very much against the grain of most standard leftist work, “Daughter of Earth” remains unsettled and unsettling throughout.
Collective feminist narratives can acknowledge, to differing degrees, the stories that are missing from them.
“Given the long, tainted history of sex under patriarchy, maybe we need reparative norms around sex.”
South African literature has long struggled to become drought-resistant: its plotlines, and even its paper production, presuppose abundant water.
History, Ann Stoler showed, is not just political action, disconnected from daily domestic acts. Intimate relations are worthy of serious study.