Trigger warning: sexual assault I am going to preface all of this by saying: I am no film critic. My degree is in literature and I've never seen A Trip to the Moon. That being said, what is the purpose of a personal blog if not to state my own uniformed opinions? I watched Last Year at Marienbad in a postmodern literature class with a professor who like to expand our studies into other media. The film, directed by Alain Rasnais, has been hailed as a postmodern surrealist mast

Disclaimer: I'm not a nutritionist, a therapist, or a doctor. I'm not a trainer, a psychic, or a reiki master. I'm not a Recovered person telling you how wonderful Recovery is and how you yourself should Recover. I'm just a girl with a blog, a history of disordered eating, and lots and lots of hours of therapy under my belt. Due to the influence of a few athletic friends, I've recently decided to get myself on a regular exercise regimen. Like most people, I've had periods of

Picture this scenario: you are walking down the street. Maybe you are on your way to work, or to lunch, or to meet a friend. Maybe your day is going well. That is, until you see...me. A girl walking towards you, all four-foot eleven inches of her on her own way to goodness knows where, sporting a nose ring and several tattoos. And you feel, from deep inside yourself, the need to talk to me about it. Now I get it, I really do. Your day just won't feel complete without letting

To be fair, there are a lot of very upsetting elements to HBO's dystopian adaptation of Margaret Atwood's already nightmarish novel The Handmaid's Tale. Overall, the show has stayed remarkably true to the book while making a conscious effort to link Atwood's vision to current events. But one thing that has struck me more than anything while watching the wonderfully female-centered show is the utter passivity demonstrated by the male characters. When I found myself getting enr