In the end, I hung the plastic bag of condoms on the door handle of my hotel room.
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Chanel Dubofsky writes and lives in New York City. Her work has been published at the Sisterhood Blog, Tablet, The Pursuit of Harpyness, Monkey Bicycle, and Pure Slush. You can read about her adventures in feminism and art, at her blog, Diverge.
A few months ago, a friend of mine told me about a screening of the film "180" at her university.
The creators of the Gali Girls Chanukah video want you to think it's funny.
In December of 1988, a group of Israeli and American Jewish women met at the Western Wall to read torah.
When I moved to New York City, I was told that there are a set of rules one should follow in order to ride the subway safely.
Fifty years ago yesterday, the 1961 formation of Women Strike for Peace (WSP) marked a new era for activism, creating a new stage on which women could conce
They seemed like they were everywhere, since where my friends and I lived on campus was known for its Greek population.
For a few semesters in college, I was a Peer Health Sex Educator.
The people awake at 7:15 a.m., when I left the house this past Saturday morning, were walking their dogs, washing off the streets in front of their stores and picking up a bite to eat.
I first read the Joyce Antler’s book The Journey Home: How Jewish Women Shaped Modern America as an undergraduate, deep in the thrall of Jewish feminist academia.