There is a Cheyene saying, “A nation is not conquered until the hearts of its women are on the ground.”
Look around. It’s been 150 years since British colonies drew up the British North America Act to lay the groundwork for their nation, and Indigenous women are still fighting for their nationhood. Specifically, they’re taking aim at another
Viewers shuddered as they watched The Handmaid’s Tale, the 10-part TV series inspired by Margaret’s Atwood’s dystopian horror story. They saw women suddenly deprived of their jobs, their money and their freedom to control their
bodies.
As a Muslim woman who practices hijab—the wearing of modest clothing and covering my hair—I spend a lot of time navigating. I navigate the politics of being a Muslim woman in Canada and the politics of finding modest, yet
stylish clothing. I also navigate the politics of buying clothing that’s not only ethical for the
I’m supposedly a funny feminist. Even my psychiatrist said, “You are really funny. Why don’t you do stand-up comedy?”
“Anxiety,” I said, omitting the “that’s bloody well why I’m here” part. This week especially, I do not feel funny. I feel cowardly. I blame it on the man on the
Penni Mitchell
Look around. It’s been 150 years since British colonies drew up the British North America Act to lay the groundwork for their nation, and Indigenous women are still fighting for their nationhood. Specifically, they’re taking aim at another
Linda Silver Dranoff
Viewers shuddered as they watched The Handmaid’s Tale, the 10-part TV series inspired by Margaret’s Atwood’s dystopian horror story. They saw women suddenly deprived of their jobs, their money and their freedom to control their
bodies.
Ayesha Mian Akram
As a Muslim woman who practices hijab—the wearing of modest clothing and covering my hair—I spend a lot of time navigating. I navigate the politics of being a Muslim woman in Canada and the politics of finding modest, yet
stylish clothing. I also navigate the politics of buying clothing that’s not only ethical for the
Lyn Cockburn
I’m supposedly a funny feminist. Even my psychiatrist said, “You are really funny. Why don’t you do stand-up comedy?”
“Anxiety,” I said, omitting the “that’s bloody well why I’m here” part. This week especially, I do not feel funny. I feel cowardly. I blame it on the man on the