Take me away, *How to Get Away*!!

I really should write a long piece on How to Get Away with Murder.

Not since Frank Underwood on House of Cards have I been so drawn to–and terrified of–a fictitious person.

Annalise takes the cake. As my friend Mischa said, she “needs Jesus”.

And it’s not just her. I swear. Every character is flawed in just the right way to keep me hooked!

Just last week I was thinking, “If these people weren’t so fascinating, I would be completely disgusted.”

Here’s what’s coming next week:

Sporty Sexism

It’s now evident to me that when I’m about to fall asleep, I need to resist the urge to check my phone. Chances are I’ll find something that leaves me vexed and itching to write an essay.

Consider last night. Meet Exhibit A:



I don’t follow sports very closely. Yet during the World Cup, I was mesmerized. My poor mother had to put up with me sitting in front of the television yelling


over and over again.

As for the article itself, it was everything that that tweet suggested. The original title was “The Secret to Talking Sports with Any Woman”. I don’t know if Men’s Health let it see the light of day. Nevertheless, basically, it stated that when it comes to sports, women will be able to relate to the action on a field if they share a connection with the players who are running around on it.

And how is such a connection forged? Through regaling us with tales of compassion from the players’ lives. To break it down further, we “need story lines”.

I don’t know. In the moments when Soccer Fever took over, do you think I cared one whit about who was invested in whose life, or which players paid attention to Charity XYZ?


In all seriousness, Journalists, we women do not need so-called manly things to be softened in order to appreciate them. We can enjoy pastimes like sports just as they are, no primping required.

Hustle On!: Farewell to How She Hustles

Today’s the day!

Emily - HSH - 2013

Emily and Team HSH - 2013
Photos of Emily Mills and her team, circa 2013.

After a successful five-year run, the last How She Hustles brunch is being held today in Toronto.

I can’t attend this year. Still, I have fond memories. I went last year. In a few short hours I met professionals of all stripes who led double lives. They were everyday superheroes—women who dared to pursue their dreams beyond their day jobs.

I would like to thank my friend Emily Mills for taking the time to organize this event. Every year, she works hard with her team to create something truly meaningful: A space for women to gather and bond over their willingness to pursue their passions in spite of life’s craziness.

My time at How She Hustles will always be precious to me. The event is a genuine celebration of sisterhood that I will sincerely miss.

Watch It!: How to Get Away with Murder

This post contains a major spoiler. If you don’t want any, don’t read it.

Lately I’ve been trying to take better care of myself. Part of my improved routine involves getting to sleep–or at least into my bedroom–at a decent hour.

In light of this, if I want to see a show that airs after 9, I try to tape it.

This week, I set my PVR for How to Get Away with Murder. I finally watched the pilot, and I have questions. See this post by Sarah from The Social. (She pretty much covered everything I was wondering.) When the show finished, my brain was somewhere between, “Give me more!!” and “What was THAT?!?”

“Every year I choose four students to come work for me…” And kill someone.

I’m convinced that there’s a special place in hell for people like Annalise. This week I hope to find out how much closer she is to getting there.

Who’s baking your kid’s biscuits?

Somewhere in America, an elementary school teacher let a feminist bake her class some cookies.

I’m a feminist. Hence, I can understand looking at that sentence and thinking, “So what?”

Well…There’s more.

This woman didn’t just bake any cookies. She made VAGINA cookies.

From Reddit:

…Friday rolls around and the kids are excited. Autumn Lily Speaker [pseudonym] comes into the classroom with a pan full of treats and brings them to me and says with a smile “I decided you can use these to teach the kids about the woman’s vagina today”. Baffled and completely caught off guard I slowly peel the aluminum foil off the pan to behold a plethora of sugar cookie and frosting vaginas. Not just any old vagina, but ALL KINDS OF VAGINAS…

I wish I made that up, but, well…If you didn’t already, click the link above.

Now, I didn’t post this to insult feminists. Like the redditor who posted it said

Feminism is about gender equality and shouldn’t be grouped with off the wall people like this.

All I can do is shake my head. I am seriously concerned for that woman’s children.

HT: Kari, an online friend who linked to the story via MadameNoire.