Don’t tear other women down, because even if they’re not your friends, they are women and this is just as important. - Roxane Gay

So you decide, for the first time in your life, that you aren’t going to be one of the good girls anymore. You decide that “good” is not an adjective that ought to be applied to a person, as it only rendered you inanimate and inhuman, like a piece of cheese or a watercolor painting. The good girl is nothing more than a myth. We long for her for the same reason we long for utopia: Neither exists.

He's the kind of man who gets ideas but is largely unable to follow through on those ideas.

What does it say about our culture that the desire for weight loss is considered a default feature of womanhood?