Only 15 percent of 3,758 articles in the largest newspapers in the U.S. about foreign policy from the last three years had women’s names in the bylines.
The feminine “ruidosa” means “noisy” in Spanish—and the feminist collective of the same name is earning its stripes by ringing the alarm about sexism in the Latinx music scene.
The best-selling poetry anthologies from Native American writers are dated (in this order) 1918, 1996, 1988 and 1984. Heid E. Erdrich set out to expand that timeline, and subvert boundaries, by compiling and editing “New Poets of Native Nations,” out now from Graywolf Press.
“Aretha Franklin, the Queen of Soul, is dead.” That line plays in my mind like a badly scratched record, hiccupping at one point—“is dead, is dead, is dead” repeating itself over and over again.
Despite the big opening predicted for the groundbreaking all-Asian cast in “Crazy Rich Asians,” a recent report revealed disappointing data for women in Hollywood—and particularly women of color—this week. It also offered solutions for getting closer to parity.
Amy Ziering and Kirby Dick’s new Netflix documentary, “The Bleeding Edge,” reveals the dangers of the world of under-regulated medical devices—and their disproportionate impacts on women’s lives.
