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My Teenage Daughter Asked Me What Feminism Actually Meant Today and I Realized I Have Spent Twenty Years Writing About It Without Ever Properly Explaining It to Her

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My Teenage Daughter Asked Me What Feminism Actually Meant Today and I Realized I Have Spent Twenty Years Writing About It Without Ever Properly Explaining It to Her – Twenty years of columns, two books, and I froze completely the moment my own kid asked the question directly, over breakfast, with cereal still in her mouth.

I Went Back and Reread My Own Twenty-Year-Old Diary From University and Wanted to Simultaneously Hug and Shake That Girl Until Her Teeth Rattled

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I Went Back and Reread My Own Twenty-Year-Old Diary From University and Wanted to Simultaneously Hug and Shake That Girl Until Her Teeth Rattled – She had no idea what was coming. Reading her own naive certainty from this side of it was considerably more painful than I expected.

I Got Genuinely, Publicly Torn Apart Online for a Column I Wrote Last Week, and I Am Trying to Actually Sit With the Valid Criticism Rather Than Simply Defending Myself

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I Got Genuinely, Publicly Torn Apart Online for a Column I Wrote Last Week, and I Am Trying to Actually Sit With the Valid Criticism Rather Than Simply Defending Myself – Several hundred replies. Most of them furious. A handful genuinely, uncomfortably correct about something I got wrong.

I Turned Fifty This Week and Genuinely Expected to Feel Devastated About It, and Instead I Have Spent the Whole Week Unexpectedly, Almost Suspiciously Content

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I Turned Fifty This Week and Genuinely Expected to Feel Devastated About It, and Instead I Have Spent the Whole Week Unexpectedly, Almost Suspiciously Content – Every cultural script told me this birthday was supposed to feel like a crisis. It has, so far, felt like something closer to relief.

My Editor Asked Me to Write Something ‘More Relatable’ About My Own Divorce, and I Am Still Working Out Whether That Note Was Actually Reasonable or Genuinely Insulting

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My Editor Asked Me to Write Something ‘More Relatable’ About My Own Divorce, and I Am Still Working Out Whether That Note Was Actually Reasonable or Genuinely Insulting – Relatable to whom, exactly, is the question I cannot quite let go of, four days after receiving that specific note.