R. Kelly was arrested in Chicago under a 13-count indictment on Thursday on new charges including child pornography, enticement of a minor and obstruction of justice. Today, prosecutors in Brooklyn also charged the performer with a five count indictment accusing him of leading an organization that engaged in the kidnapping, exploitation and trafficking of women […]
Words of anger, resistance, inspiration and strength—written, painted and stitched onto red fabric—blanketed the National Mall this past weekend at the Monument Quilt’s Washington, D.C. display.
News of Weinstein’s probable escape from justice propels me back to my own assault—to my hours on the witness stand, to the moment 12 people told me with their verdict we don’t believe you.
Kamala Harris’ new plan to combat the gender wage gap is a beacon for change in a society that blames women.
I did not believe that I had suffered an assault. I thought I had been privy to my very own “Lolita” story.
Harvey Weinstein’s story represents a case study—one that showcases why we must establish a wider culture that takes sexual harassment, misconduct and abuse seriously.
You dissociate. You give your body over to your survival instinct and you tuck every other part of your being into a place that can’t be touched. This happens no matter who you are, whom you know, how much money you have—but when it’s over, poor women find ourselves not only less able to retaliate, but also less able to recover.
One of the last and most unsettling of the teen ensemble movies of the nineties—”Cruel Intentions”—is turning 20 this year. To celebrate, the film is showing at select AMC theatres this week. But there has still been little attention played to how easily anti-hero Sebastian Valmont is forgiven for raping at least one character.
It’s time to take #MeToo to Greek Row.
While registering my twin daughters for kindergarten, I had to present their birth certificates. I hadn’t really looked closely at them before, but when I did, I saw that, listed under “name of attendant at delivery,” was Robert Hadden. knew that to find some closure or acknowledgement of my pain, I had to remove his name from those documents.