Taylor Swift, Feminist

Feminism has gotten a lot of airtime among celebrities lately. You’ll hear some pop stars like Beyonce saying they’re feminists, and others like Shailene Woodley saying they aren’t. But whether or not celebs are directly answering “Do you like feminism? Check yes or no,” anyone who has a hand in pop culture still has a chance to send us a message.

Especially the ones who make popular music.

Come along for the ride as I examine Taylor Swift’s progression as a feminist. Why? Because tween girls and teen girls and adult men and women love Taylor. I’m mostly interested in the young women, really, and how they’re introduced to the concept of feminism in their formative years. Because let’s face it, we all take life lessons from the pop culture we absorb in our youth. I may have survived some pretty vapid influences as a teenager in the 90s, but Buffy the Vampire Slayer taught me a lot about the strength of women. I’m sure Taylor fits the role of Sarah Michelle Gellar for thousands of teens today.

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Literary Limericks: Television Edition

By now, you may have noticed that Gilmore Girls is trending all over Facebook. In honor of the release of the show on Netflix, I thought I’d take this edition of Literary Limericks and devote it to a unique bunch of stories, albeit televised ones. For the rest of the series, click here. Oh! And watch out for spoilers!

Gilmore Girls, Part 1
There once was a girl from Stars Hollow
Who said “where you lead, I will follow.”
Her nickname was Rory
(It’s kind of a long story)
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The Growing Season: Oh Hey! We’re Pregnant

That night, Jack and I take turns calling our parents and giving them the good news. Both sets are joyful, but the ringing in my eardrums from my mom’s scream tells me that the news is slightly more earth-shattering for my side of the family. Maybe this comes with the territory of having a daughter whose biological clock is ticking away as she scampers off to New York rather than settling down close to home. Or maybe Mom’s just bored and wants something to brag to her friends about. Either way, we receive two sets of congratulations and are made to promise timely updates. I know this won’t be a problem since my mom will likely be calling on a daily basis from now until the baby arrives, or maybe just forever.

Next are the sibling calls, and we tackle these simultaneously, Jack on one side of the room and me on the other. He calls his brother while I call mine, and when I tell Matt that I have news, he replies that he does as well.

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Photo Phriday (Thursday Edition): How ‘Bout Them Apples

Earlier this week, I went apple picking, encountering the last of this season’s fruit. Surrounded by Pink Ladies at first, I then ventured to the (a)Isles of Fuji, where more apples were within arms’ reach. I grew up going apple picking in New York, where the orchards had trees many times taller and wider than me. I once needed a long pole with a fork-like contraption and bag affixed to its end to navigate up through the trees’ foliage to wrench free the apples from their branches. Not here in Maryland. The orchard seemed more like a vineyard with low, closely grown trees. I plucked the apples with my bare hands as I walked along the evenly spaced rows. In no time, my bag was full.

All photos taken and copyrighted by Verena Radulovic