Up until about 7 or 8 years ago I proudly called myself a feminist. Ever since I can remember there has been a passion and fire in my heart for women and women's issues that at times seems like a raging inferno. I remember standing in front of a statue of Venus at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and openly weeping because I was so overcome with how beautiful she was, but more than that... how beautiful ALL women are. I didn't know any other word to use that described my passion and so I...
Published on February 02, 2015 13:22