FEMINIST PERSPECTIVES - CONTRIBUTORS

August 29, 2018

I pierced my nose because I liked the way my mother looked in her wedding photos, bracelet-sized nose ring glimmering, kept from weighing down her hooked nose by a chain slung over her ear. The sheer amount of effort dedicated to adornment was inspiring, a reminder tha...

August 28, 2018

Many women have a love-hate relationship with Fashion. In some circles it is seen as shallow, trivial, and vain. To the extent that it feed on insecurities to sell its products, fashion can enslave women to objectification and unattainable body image standards.

In my...

August 23, 2018

“You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who hates peaches.”

Dita Von Teese said that once, so it must be true right? But something Dita’s missing in her Chanel No. 5 words is that a woman who doesn’t look like her is,...

August 22, 2018

The day I graduated from college, I knew exactly how many weeks I could survive without a job while keeping up with my student loan payments. The clock was ticking, and every rejection was another reminder that if I couldn’t find steady money by July, I would have to m...

August 21, 2018

I like lace, I adore silk, and I wear both often in the form of pretty little underthings that sometimes match my outfit. It has become a ritual for me; to wear fancy bras and undies and look at myself in an antique full length mirror that is propped against a stark wh...

August 8, 2018

I tried on this dress at Sirens, a Canadian retailer I frequent. It consists of a “backbone” with four segments attached to it: a collar, a shelf bra, a waist belt, and a skirt. The result is tricky to put on, but shows striking bands of skin along the midriff and coll...

August 7, 2018

 A bargain bin find for ten dollars!

When I was diagnosed with cancer in 2012, I did a fundraiser to help cover my living expenses. Several months later, when I was working again, I blogged about a pair of shoes I'd bought, and was lambasted -- not by anyone who had don...

July 31, 2018

Another workday came to an end.  No sooner had I sat in the car than on turned the waterworks.  Again? Why?

We immigrated to America when I was seventeen.  Having stayed through the revolution and Iran/Iraq war, the only reason my parents uprooted our lives wa...

July 28, 2018

Conducting an interview. 

When I got my first internship as a journalist, I panicked about what I was going to wear. Years earlier, when I worked in a law office, I’d learned that it was unacceptable for women to dress how I chose to express myself. Or, rather, to dress...

July 25, 2018

When I was a little girl, my mum’s mother used to stay with us in our small town, Bokaro, in eastern India, every December. On these trips, she would always come with a bag full of differently coloured balls of wool and her knitting needles, and she would knit, knit, k...

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