Watch Out, World, I’m Grown Now: Women and Girls Coming of Age on Screen

Watch Out, World, I’m Grown Now: Women and Girls Coming of Age on Screen

by Andrea Crowley-Hughes I saw “Lady Bird” on New Year’s Day, and left the theater with the giddiness of having just seen something that felt like it was specifically made, with love, for me. I loved everything about it – from Lady Bird’s (Saoirse Ronan’s) firm handshakes, biting comebacks and fierce, if awkwardly claimed, individuality, to her monther’s (Laurie Metcalf’s) careworn voice and the way her best friend (Beanie Feldstein) seemed uncannily like girls I had actually known in high…

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How to Relax Like a Local When You’re Down Under

How to Relax Like a Local When You’re Down Under

by Marissa Price When overseas visitors think about Australia, the first things that come to mind are endless expanses of unspoiled beaches, our iconic ‘red centre’ and wide open spaces. While this is true, and tourist attractions such as the Great Barrier Reef in Queensland, Wineglass Bay in Tasmania and the Three Sisters in New South Wales are heavily visited attractions for locals and tourists alike, there are also so many undiscovered and unspoiled treasures Australia has to offer. Any…

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More Than Pretty: A Daughter’s Reflection

More Than Pretty: A Daughter’s Reflection

by Trish Cantillon I watched nervously as the nurse flicked the veins on my mom’s arm, trying desperately to get an IV in. “What am I going to do with you, Miss Joaun? These veins keep collapsing!” the nurse said. My mom was recuperating in a rehab facility from a fractured pelvis and newly diagnosed hypertension which came with a salt-restricted diet which she refused to eat. She’d been there for a couple weeks but was not getting any better….

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Consent Is Best: Let’s stop shaming mothers into breastfeeding

Consent Is Best: Let’s stop shaming mothers into breastfeeding

by Jacinta Nandi I never thought about breastfeeding until I did it myself. Until I failed at it myself, I suppose I should say. Twenty-four years old, I was a young mother with a tiny scrawny baby at my breast, screaming himself purple. Nurses who wanted to help but were also getting impatient were grabbing at my nipples, scrunching them up into triangles, brutally stuffing them into his mouth. He didn’t suck, he just screamed and screamed and screamed and…

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