I'm Michelle. This is my blog. I write about women and fatness, expound upon semi-coherent thoughts I have in the middle of the night, and offer tough love to those in whom I am disappointed; they are legion.
I would like Tina Fey and Amy Poehler to host my life.
Lena Dunham: writing, producing, directing, and acting powerhouse who still feels like she needs to wear torturous shoes that completely hobble her. The work of feminism, she is never done.
Jodie Foster, shut your traphole. Were you perhaps unaware that there was some privacy compromise involved when you decided to continue pursuing your career as a big giant movie star post-childhood? Are you simply choosing to ignore the actors who manage to have both fulfilling careers and relatively private home lives? Did you stop to think that we still live in a time of widespread discrimination, hatred, and violence, and that perhaps coming out publicly would have been a huge boost to millions of young people and would be worth whatever privacy trade-off might be involved? And why are you still BFFs with Mel Gibson? In any case, thank you for chastising all of us. By the way, we all knew already. Have a nice life.