The Edge of the Mosh Pit ©

We’re back in Pittsburgh, baby! I guess the move from Denver to Pittsburgh deserves a post in and of itself but I’m still having wildly mixed emotions about the whole thing. This post is inspired by our first show back at Pittsburgh’s newer (is it still new??) indoor/outdoor music venue, Stage AE. I’ve spent many, many a night at Stage AE and it’s a special place to me. On the bill Friday, June 2 – Frank Turner, Lucero, The Menzingers and Homeless Gospel Choir.

More and more when I see The Menzingers I realize that they aren’t quite the raucous, raw, sweaty shows that made me fall in love with them in the first place. Much like their last few albums their shows are more chill and “adult”. They’ve been more like “grab a craft beer and fucking chill out” kind of shows.

The Menzingers were also our first show when we moved to Denver 4 years ago. That show at the Marquis Theater was amazing. I left with mascara running down my face and bruises on my legs.

This time they opened with my favorite song from the After the Party album – Tellin Lies. Anyway, this post isn’t going to be about The Menzingers, but about the cheesy yet relatable question they beg over and over again in the chorus of Tellin Lies,  “Where are we gonna go now that our twenties are over?”

I’ve had a few years now to be asking myself the same thing. Where am I going to go? To the edge of the mosh pit, that’s for sure. (Also, stating for the record that if I ever write a memoir it’s going to be called The Edge of the Mosh Pit – consider this my copyright) Not that there was much of a pit that night but had there been, I had already decided that I was not going to be an active participant. I didn’t want to get sweaty, I didn’t want to spill my drink, I didn’t want to have to throw ‘bos and fight to keep my feet on the ground.

Do we lose our passion as we get older? Excitement is replaced with anxiety. Lust with necessity. Are we all just fucking jaded? Is the passion still there, hidden by layers of stress and responsibility?

All I know is that where I want to go, now that my twenties are in fact over, is to a place where on one hand I can be stressed out that the buyer on our Denver house fell through (aka fucked us over) just as we found a house in Pittsburgh we loved and didn’t get, and that the pissed that President is still a racist piece of shit that is destroying the lives of family and children for political gain, and that another black teenager was shot and killed by the police and it happened right here in Pittsburgh this time; BUT on the other hand remember that it’s ok to be excited about the fact that I get to go to yoga and have Indian tonight with a bff I haven’t seen much of in the last 4 years, and stoked that I am road-tripping to Cleveland tomorrow to see Murder by Death play with Against Me! It’s much harder to work at the latter.

I’m ok with being a 30-something who (still listens to pop punk) is health conscious, enjoys connecting with friends, cuddles on the couch with my husband and dogs after a long day, in bed by 10pm, work 9-5… fitter, healthier, more productive… choices become safer, mortality is questioned, life altering decisions are made on the regular. It’s really no wonder we grow out of having the energy. While my approach may change as I get older, at least I know I am still passionate about sipping a whiskey at the edge of the pit; where I can dip my toe in if I get the urge.




Smile, it’s Monday!

Happy Monday friends! Happy April! I really feel like my New Year starts in April. I turn another year older, and the languor of winter starts to dissolve. There’s no denying that Spring brings an energy of renewal.

I’m setting a few goals for myself this month Goal 1 – write more. In order to write more it means, thinking, reading, listening, slowing down. I have a whole post in my head about why sometimes it’s important to stop the hustle and take time to align. As much as I love that concept, I don’t feel like I’ve executed well on that challenge in my life. Goal 2 – time to put that into practice.

On May 6 I am running the Pittsburgh Half Marathon for the second year. This is where it all started last year. Pittsburgh was my first race. Over the last year I’ve run 5 half marathons and 1 full marathon.

I originally signed up for the Full Marathon in Pittsburgh and have been teetering back and forth on if I wanted to dedicate the time, and more importantly if my body could handle training for the full. Of course I want to run another 26.2, especially one on the road and not up the side of a mountain 🙂 , but now just isn’t the time. After a year of training, I want to keep running fun and sustainable.

It sounds crazy but spending the last year training has changed me. The change hasn’t been so much in my ultimate wants or goals, but more in my confidence and my patience when it comes to pursuing wants and goals.

I listened to a fascinating interview on the Marathon Training Academy podcast this morning with Alex Hutchinson.  The theme is mind over matter. Most everyone who partakes in endurance sports, or life in general, knows that mind over matter is a powerful thing but knowing it and being able to make it work for you are two different things.

There are complex ways to look at mind over matter in exercise such as the central governor theory, which basically states that your brain will regulate your body during exercise to ensure self preservation – i.e. you won’t run yourself to death. I plan on getting Alex Hutchinson’s book Endure because research into physical limits is very interesting to me.

There are also simple ways to look at mind over matter which is what I invite you to think about today. There are numerous studies out there that show that smiling during a race can improve performance. I usually look like I’m about to die in my race photos but the one decent photo I have is from a race that I actually felt was my worst. I had a terrible Screen Shot 2018-02-13 at 12.10.00 PMrace in Miami but once I stopped being competitive and reminded myself to have fun, it made a world of difference in getting to the finish line.

If you are having trouble getting to your finish line, or your starting line, or just getting through Monday, don’t underestimate the power of a smile.




Monday Listens| Portugal. The Man, Woodstock – 2107

The Universe will give you the Medicine you need

I haven’t been here for a while. Sometimes (oftentimes) life distracts you and sends you down the proverbial rabbit hole where you find yourself focusing all of your energy without even realizing it. I was there. I’m coming up for air.

This time of year is always difficult for me. It’s winter. Cold, dreary, dead. It can be hard to stay motivated.

Lately I’ve been finding comfort in what I want to call coincidences, although maybe chance or fortuity are better words. The little moments when the universe reminds you of its magic and your place in all of it.

One: The morning I have an epiphany on the treadmill and stop on my way into work to write for the first time in months, using a notebook I’ve had for years, but haven’t used in years, and I walk into Union Station and a song* is playing that I haven’t listened to in years. The song gets me psyched. When I finish writing, I discover that the notebook I decided to grab that morning is adorned with stickers of said band that performs said song that just so happened to be playing at said time.

*The Song

Two: The beautiful Turquoise pin that I found on the ground, while on a run, at a moment when I was feeling terrible about my body’s performance and wondering if I had officially burnt out. Turquoise is a healing stone. A promise to its original owner — I will make good use of it.

Three: Mercury retrograde. Fucking Mercury seems like it’s always in retrograde so I hear you saying, “not a coincidence, Melissa”, but hear me out. Last week I was feeling really down in the dumps. I thought I should try to get to the bottom of why I feel like this every year around this time. Well, I didn’t answer that question yet, but of course discovered that Mercury is about to go retrograde, in Aries, and it ends ON MY BIRTHDAY this year, April 15. So does this give me some kind of power over my winter/spring slump this year? TBD. At least I have two full moons and one new moon in March to get that Leadville Turquoise charged up.

Robert: This morning on my way home from the gym I saw a loose dog running down a busy street in my neighborhood and he was heading towards an even busier street. No way I could just let him go so I turned my car around and went back to check it out.

There was another car following the dog, stopping intermittently and making attempts to call him over. The dog was not listening. I pulled off into a parking lot and got out to see what I could do to help.

As the dog ran towards Sheridan Ave, a very busy thoroughfare that connects to I-70, the guy from the car and another passerby who joined our team shooed him back towards the park, which is where I was standing. The guy in the car even had treats, no luck.

The dog ran back towards me. He is an old guy, white in the face and a slight hobble in his step, but that didn’t stop him. He ran, and ran, and ran away. He wouldn’t let any of us come close to him. I was worried that chasing him was only scaring him more.

The dog took off from the park and headed south into the neighborhood. I was committed at this point. I followed him into the neighborhood where another girl, who was getting into the car with her dog, joined the party. We all talked and realized that this dog didn’t belong to any of us, but we wanted to make sure he was safe.

I chased him down a few blocks, through construction site and for a minute like we were going to catch him, and then it seemed as though he got away. I lost the guy in the car and the girl in the car.

Then I came across another neighbor walking his dog who said he spotted him. He asked if the dog was mine and I said no, but that I’ve been chasing him for a while and he looks scared. We headed in the direction the neighbor saw him go.

This neighbor called his wife to see if she would post the dog’s info on Next Door and we had a break in the case! The dog’s foster/owners had already posted that this dog was loose, and that he is deaf and recently rescued from a bad situation, and that his name was Robert. No wonder he couldn’t hear us! No wonder he was so scared! Poor little Robert.

We chased him a few more blocks, he didn’t slow down once. He was cautiously avoiding everyone who tried to come near him. Finally, we came across more neighbors who were out walking a dog, and after a few attempts, we triangulated and caught him!

He had to have been exhausted and running out of steam, but his fear kept him running. When I went over to pet him he was not skittish. His paw was bleeding. I think he was happy to be done running. He was shaking with fear and anxiety. I held him close while neighbor called the owners and told them where to come meet us.

This story may sound like a humblebrag and maybe it is, but this hour spent chasing and ultimately catching this dog had an impact on my day and I won’t forget it. First of all, Robert is just so sweet and I’m relieved that he is safe. But also, the effort put forth by everyone who stopped to help this poor creature in need was touching. I’m so proud of my neighbors. I’m proud to be a part of it.

PS – Sorry to the Mr. who I scared the shit out of because I disappeared for an hour without my phone and ended up coming home late, bloody and out of breath.

All of the moments I’m describing help take me out of my day to day, out of my rabbit hole, and feel like there’s so much more. Sometimes I think we all need that reminder.


Robert! (from Next Door)



Adventures in Cheese Making

I started this post a couple of weeks ago and never got around to finishing it. I had some extra time this morning. 5:45am Body Pump at the Athletic Club has me downtown before I have a chance to be distracted at home, and at the coffee shop before 8am. It’s a nice Monday morning ritual. This morning I wasn’t feeling particularly like writing, or that I had anything I wanted to dive into, but the process of writing itself is therapeutic for me so I found this post to finish up.

My diet has been a wreck lately. Basically since I started tapering for the marathon or even earlier, I started kinda sorta saying “F*ck it” and eating whatever I want. I’m still not going crazy but certainly not being mindful. It hasn’t done me any favors, so back on track this week. I have to say that eating meat has not done me any favors either so I’m back on little to no meat.

No matter how much will power I have, the one thing that will forever wreck my diet is my love for cheese…

A couple of weeks ago I took a Burratta and Mozzarella Cheese Making Class and it was so SO interesting. I must share. My boss’s wife signed up for the class and invited me and another friend to join. “You had me at cheese”, I said.

The Truffle Shop is a retail cheese shop in Congress Park, Denver, which miraculously I’ve never been to but will for sure be frequenting now that I know of it’s existance. Jim and I love to have cheese plates at home when we’re feeling fancy ❤ They also sell Fois Gras and I wish I didn’t know that.

Note: After spending some time at the shop and getting to know the owners, I would be confident that any cheese or meat that you get from this shop is fresh, ethical, and local as much as is possible BUT I don’t think there is any way that Fois Gras can be ethical, which is unfortunate.

Artisan cheese can range in taste, texture, color and smell but at the core of it, all cheese starts with just a few ingredients.

  1. Raw Milk*
  2. Rennet
  3. Salt
  4. Water

* You can make cheese at home with pasteurized milk, but you will need to add a yeast starter. 


Let’s start with Raw Milk. Raw means un-pasteurized and un-homogenized milk i.e. milk that is unprocessed straight from the cow, goat, buffalo, etc. (a grass-fed, pasture raised animal). It is not easy for average consumers to get raw milk because it must meet very specific conditions in order to be safe and healthy.

Simply put, raw milk distribution would not be possible on the massive scale that our food system requires (and because most of the milk you get in the store comes from factory farms with unhealthy cows to begin with!), so milk that you find in the store is always going to be pasteurized and likely homogenized. Pasteurization ensures that all bad bacteria have been killed. During the process all good bacteria are also killed. Then, producers add vitamins back in. It is super processed.  Homogenization is a process that breaks down the fat in the milk so that the cream does not separate, further processing the milk away from it’s original state. IMG_0608

One step further, milk that you find at the store that can live on the shelf without refrigeration (like Organic Valley and a lot of shit your kids are probably drinking) has been ultra-pasteurized, which pretty much kills everything, good and bad in the milk so it has very little nutritional value left.

I’m not advocating that everyone switch to raw milk, but if you are going to drink milk it’s good to know some facts about what you’re consuming. Here is a website that discusses some facts about raw milk – . One thing I found very interesting is how the laws differ from state to state regarding how you can obtain raw milk. In Colorado, retail sales are not legal but you can buy into a “herd share” which allows you a certain amount of milk from your herd.

The second ingredient is one that I also have a bit to say about. Rennet. Well, I was surprised to learn that rennet is an enzyme produced in the bellies of baby animals and these animals are killed in the process of extracting this enzyme. I’ve spent half of my life as a vegetarian and never knew this! It’s kind of horrifying. IMG_5094

The good news is that animal rennet can also be genetically engineered so that no animals are harmed in the making of it. Sources say that up to 80% of the market share of rennet is GM.

What is the purpose of rennet? Rennet is the ingredient that causes the milk to form curds. It is important to the process.

If it sounds like I’m rambling, I probably am. I could just tell you how to make cheese but I think the more interesting part of this is the education what is actually in the cheese that we love and eat so much of.

The last ingredients, water and salt. No rant about these two.

Making cheese is actually really easy. My guess is that the hardest part is perfecting each step of the process, which probably takes a few batches of trial and error. There are plenty of recipes online.

Here is an outline of the steps we followed to make mozzarella.

Step 1: Warm the raw milk. You can slowly warm it on the stove, or you can use a set of bowls to create a double boiler. Warm it to about 88-90° F.

Step 2: Remove milk from heat. Add a few drops of rennet. Stir for about 30 seconds. Cover and set aside for a few minutes.

Step 3: When you check your bowl after a few minutes, you should see that the top is starting to jellify.

Step 4: You will then cut the top layer of gel into small chunks that become your cheese curds! Then separate the curds from the liquid (the liquid is what we know as whey!) Clean and drain the curds. Cheese cloths aren’t called cheese cloths for nothin, people.

Note, you can also buy industrial cheese curds and skip steps 1-4. 

Step 5: Add your cleaned and drained curds to a bowl.

Step 6: Add salt. Lots and lots of salt.

Step 7: Reheat the curds by pouring hot water (just below boiling) into the bowl.

Step 8: Use your hands to fold the curds and stretch them. Fold and stretch, fold and stretch, dip into water to warm in between. Eventually you will have one smooth elastic piece.

Step 9: Form the piece into a ball.

Voila – Mozarella!

Of course I don’t have a picture of the finished product, but here are a few from the process…

I haven’t tried this at home yet but revisiting this topic today has me wanting to give it a go. Now that my weekends are starting to free up again, I have time to do things like make cheese, with vegetarian rennet of course. I’m looking forward to experimenting!

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I don’t have a Monday music recommendation today but I started GLOW (which stands for Gorgeous Ladies of Wresting) on Netflix over the weekend and I’m loving it!

The show centers around two actresses and former friends who find themselves cast in a women’s wrestling show. The 80’s hair and fashion alone are worth the watch. It’s a fun, lighthearted show with some badass women. Mark Maron stars as the washed up director who stumbles quite frequently while trying to lead this group of women – a la Tom Hanks in a League of Their Own.

Go check it out!






Rocking the Rim Rock Marathon

I feel like this is the moment I’ve been waiting for and trust me I’m so excited to say that I did it! I RAN A MARATHON! Yeah! I also can’t help but fight the “What’s next?!?” feeling. I think that means I’m officially a crazy runner person.

There were times while I was running that I know I was thinking… never again… but now that I’ve had a few days to reflect I’ve forgotten most of the pain. Rim Rock will not be my last, but it will always be my first.

This recap probably would have been slightly different had I written it on Sunday, but I’m going to try to recall all of my come to god moments in as much detail as possible. They are part of the fun of running, after-all!


The Rim Rock Marathon is held in Fruita, Colorado and the course goes through  the insanely gorgeous Colorado National Monument. This year the race happened on Saturday, November 4. A date that seemed so far away when I started this journey a few months ago.

I’ve been training for this race since July! On and off training for something since February. Training for a full marathon is hard and, as I’ve said on numerous occasions, time consuming, but I trust the process. It was so worth it. I went into this race feeling super prepared. The course was challenging. Armed with my training, a perfect playlist and perfect weather, I had the upper hand. I was not thinking about my time during the race but I am proud that I came in with a time of 4 hours: 57 minutes: 37 seconds.

The race sold out at 550 participants (full, half and relay included) and according to the organizers, this is the biggest turnout yet. 107 of us ran the full marathon. From the beginning it was already much different than the larger races I’ve run, no expo, no fancy swag, no corrals.

At 6:45am on Saturday morning all of the marathon runners piled into a school bus and began the trek into the Monument. They dropped us off halfway up a hill in the middle of the monument, in the dark. I couldn’t tell you where we were. Actually I could tell you because there is a map, but at that moment I had no idea.


I did my stretches and warm ups, ate a Larabar, took a few pictures, turned on my playlist, then switched my phone to airplane mode. I wasn’t nervous, just a little unsure of what I was getting myself into. There was no official starting line. The Assistant Mayor of Fruita and the Colorado Mesa track coach sent us off with the shot of a handgun at 7am.

There wasn’t a true sunrise that morning. It was cloudy and perfectly cool. As the morning sky lightened, the monument revealed itself. Brilliant red, brown and orange rock formations stood grandly in juxtaposition to the deep canyons that they themselves produced. It was going to be me, my body and my thoughts, traversing this incredible landscape for the next 4-5 hours.


Something happens when your eyes meet the landscapes out here. Since I moved to Colorado I’m constantly in awe when I literally feel emotions conjured up simply by seeing the mountains. You can almost feel them living and breathing. They can change you. I thought about this every step of the way. The monument became this force that I wanted to harness yet control.

I couldn’t begin to document what was going through my head at each mile. I tried not to think of it in terms of individual miles, especially at the beginning. I knew that the course had some challenging uphill portions including 2,600 feet of elevation gain in the first 4 miles. What I didn’t know is that pretty much the entire first half was uphill! I’m so glad we decided not to drive the course the day before because I would psyched myself out.

The first 5 miles were no doubt the worst of the uphill, but I really had to focus when 6, 7, 8 and so on continued uphill. I stopped at almost every aid station along the course. I ate a couple of gels, a waffle, and some gummy bears along the way. So much water, so much Gatorade. I usually avoid Gatorade but it was a lifesaver.

The whole second half of the race is downhill. Those running the half marathon get a full downhill race. For the marathoners, it was a long awaited and welcomed treat. I tried to make up time on the downhill portions but I was cautious not to push my limits. Even on a downhills I didn’t want to see paces that I never hit in training.

For me, the last 6 miles weren’t the hardest. The last 6 miles felt like a victory lap. The hardest part was 16 through 20. These are the miles when I had to dig deep and pull out the affirmations – you can do this… you’re already doing this… you are a badass…

The last .3 miles were also tough! According to my Garmin I had already hit 26.2 but the finish line was not yet in sight. Finally I saw some goats, then some people and then there it was – FINISH. I sped up and blew through the finish line then made it straight to Jim who was waiting with dozen roses and a beer mug. That’s my man 🙂


I was alone for a large portion of the race. For this time and this setting, I preferred that. There were few spectators and few other runners. Few distractions. It was meditative.

I thought about the last couple of months and years and how much my life has changed.

I thought about how lucky I was to be in Fruita, Colorado in this breathtaking space.

I thought about my amazing husband who deals with my 5am wakeup calls, my long Sunday runs, my weird diets and constant need for butt massages. He never questions me, he tells me I’m crazy sometimes, but he’s always rooting for me.

I thought about my dogs, my family and my friends.

For my Rim Rock playlist I used my old go-to’s and asked friends to share a song or two with me so that I could think of them during the race. I stole this idea from someone and I definitely plan on doing it again. I put the playlist on shuffle and by a stroke of luck, ended up with an impeccably curated soundtrack for my run.

Knocked Loose, The Gospel, a hardcore song chosen by my hubby, came on around mile 4 when I felt like the uphill would never end. At one point the lyrics go… “F*ck, f*ck, f*ck…” Algiers came on around mile 5, when I was still on the Underside of Power and the uphill was still going strong.

At mile 8, ODB, Got Your Money gave me a much needed lift.

Around mile 11 or 12 I hit a point where I felt like I had crested the monument. It literally felt like I was running on the rim of it. The song Tezeta (Nostalgia) by Ethiopian jazz artist Mulatu Astatke came on up there. I had never heard this song before and the friend who recommended it said she hoped it didn’t mess up my pace, but it was absolutely perfect at that moment. Seriously, just listen to that song and pretend you’re looking out at this and imagine how you would feel!


Around mile 18 Pretty Lights, I Know The Truth came on and then Queen, Don’t Stop Me Now. It was all downhill from here. I picked up my pace and the music picked up. I was actually going to do this, I was going to finish a marathon.

In the final stretch Dead Cross, Idiopathic came on and I powered through. Kelly Clarkson, Since U Been Gone was playing as I crossed the finish line. Don’t judge, it’s a great running song!

It was truly perfect. Here’s the playlist if you’re interested in checking it out.

Melissa’s Rim Rock Playlist 



Rock n Roll Recap

It’s funny how when you think that life is finally going to slow down you find yourself with new ideas, projects, commitments, to fill your time. I have some changes that I’m welcoming into my life and it’s nice to have the time to recognize and allow new habits and friendships to form. Now that I am in taper mode for the big run, I feel relieved that I have time to reflect on the last few months.

As I’ve said before, training for a full marathon is a hug time commitment. Training for a half fit neatly into my life with work, social life, food prep, writing, and all the other shit I do on a daily basis. Training for a full has led me to sacrifice a few of those things. Writing being one of them because I’ve had an hour more and an extra day of running in the mornings, and that’s a lot less time at the coffee shop.

In this time of rest I have to remember that I’ve put in the work and I am ready for November 4. I successfully completed my 20 mile training run a couple of weeks ago and I ran the Denver Rock n Roll Half Marathon last weekend. Though, I have been battling some knee issues so this period of rest is going to be crucial.

A quick recap of the Sunday, October 15, Denver Rock n Roll Half Marathon, because I don’t actually have too much to say about it. I started with a friend in corral 6 with the 2:05 pacers. I  lost my friend about a mile in when I stopped to take off my jacket – it got caught on my watch, took a minute longer than expected. I spent the first few miles trying to catch up with her but every time I thought I saw her, I’d get there and it wasn’t her. I pushed my pace early on and mistakenly was like “Oh, I feel great… sure, I can run at an 8:30-8:50 pace all day…” Well, I was wrong. Around mile 9 my knee was like “Nope, no more” so I struggled with some knee pain through the finish.

The race started and ended at Civic Center Park. From the starting line the course ran west and zig zagged through downtown Denver, we went up and down streets that I go up and down every day. We didn’t even go in front of Union Station!!

Between miles 5 – 6 we hit 17th street and began towards City Park. I was looking forward to running in City Park because I’ve never run there but it was less than exciting. We zigged and zagged through City Park and then back to 17th where we ran west on 17th and then back east on 17th, all the way back to Civic Center for the finish. I know I sound whiney but it was freezing, I thought the course was boring and it wasn’t my best showing. It was still fun! Racing takes a much harder toll on the body than training and it was good to remember that.

I finished in 2:07:50. Not a PR, but happy to be in the 2:05-2:10 range again and to have another race under my belt. There will be more chances for a PR 🙂 More chances as in, I kind of agreed with a friend that I would run one Half Marathon every month with her for the next year. Ha! 


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Hey! Monday Music Recco

The new St. Vincent album MASSEDUCTION is pretty fucking great.

Also, this band, Plague Vendor, who opened for The Bronx at Globe Hall last weekend. They are killer.


If you have been online in the last 48 hours you’ve surely seen the words “ME TOO” popping up all over timelines and Twitter feeds. This latest social media trend started when Alyssa Milano sent the following tweet on Sunday–  “If you’ve been sexually harassed or assaulted write ‘me too’ as a reply to this tweet.”

The response has been big because so many of us face unwanted advances every single day. As a woman I am constantly being checked out… cat called… touched… being told, you look different today… you look tired… you have pretty eyes… why don’t you smile…


This may be a silly social media movement to some but abuse, rape culture and victim blaming have become the norm. There is widespread acceptance of this behavior in society and it’s a very real problem.

It’s in Hollywood, see recently Harvey Weinstein.

It’s in sports. I haven’t sat down to watch a full NFL game all season. The organization’s response to domestic violence by players in the league is egregious.

Remember Brock Turner? Read these powerful words from his victim. Brock was released from prison after a 3 month sentence.

Also, Donald Trump is still president…sigh…The guy that has a sexism tracker online that qualifies for a long read on WordPress — Donald Trump sexism tracker here.  Even more dangerous, he is using his power in office to actively promote policies and laws that are harmful to women.

Me too. Her too. Us too. Hear us. Props to the ladies who have bravely led the charge by speaking up and telling their stories, and to those victims who haven’t yet found the courage to speak up, you are not alone. To all of the men who respect and fight for us, thank you.

To all of those out there who feel the need to make a pass at a woman on the street or in the office –We don’t want to talk to you. We know we look good. We don’t want to fuck you. We’re not tired, just didn’t feel like wearing makeup today. We may have resting bitch face (a term we had to make up in response to being constantly told to smile). We may just actually not feel like smiling because the world is so fucked up right now.


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From Witchsy (


A blogger that I follow posted a great list of resources for victims of sexual harassment, assault and violence and rather than reproduce the list, I will direct you here: The Purple Almond