Sweet Sixteen!

Something Clicked

When I was growing up, I had what I fondly refer to as the metabolism of a rabbit on crack. I ate whatever I wanted, in whatever quantity I wanted, whenever I wanted and never really gained much weight. I didn’t need to exercise (though our public schools had terrific physical education programs that included…

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You Don’t Help by Objectifying Me

Once again, we are approaching Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which seems to bleed more and more into September with every passing year. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for ethical breast cancer research and treatment, but even putting aside the insidious Susan G. Komen Foundation – who is more wed to abortion than actually helping…

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