Dear Dub

Photo via super-lube.com The DUB would like to welcome you to go on a journey. Let’s go to the magical land of Oz, folks. Think of the tin man. Recall that enchanting moment when Dorothy found his own personal can of lubrication. A…

Since Body Beautiful Week is doing a great job reminding us to be kind to our bodies, this article will be about a way that society is telling us not to be. Women and men alike are being manipulated, shamed, and blatantly coerced into a…

The other day, I found myself incessantly pressing one of those Hallmark singing Valentine’s Day Hippos in a thrift store. The batteries were almost dead, so it kind of sounded like it was going to eat my face in the middle of the night.…

On the first day of this brand spanking new 2016, in the wee hours of the morning, my first meal was a *~reheated~* piece of Elio’s frozen pizza on a paper. In fact, in the first 6 hours of 2016, I managed to shatter three of my three…

Men and women are biologically different creatures. We look different naked-that much I’ve known since Jack Howzit (name very slightly changed) stripped down on the soccer field in rec soccer because he was tired, and angry, and those two…

Photo Credit: Dove For the first few weeks of the semester, the Women’s Resource Center was shaved of its hedges. Granted, we were the recipients of a new, glorious porch, for which we are eternally and irrefutably grateful. But,…

Everybody fights. It’s normal. We’re normal. I love him. I love you. We’re a family. This is cover-up. Use it to cover up the bruises and scratches. This is our life.  You’re fine, go to school. I’m fine, it’s okay, you can go. He had too…

When I was ten, the fifth grade class of my elementary school filed into very specific rooms. Boys here. Girls there. An old VHS hummed out a song, “Just around the corner for girls.” I remember very little of that video, besides…