States across America are ready to force women to live in an oppressive regime not too dissimilar from the dystopian universe of The Handmaid’s Tale. In case you missed the reference, that book is the inspiration behind my title. Georgia recently passed the so-called “heartbeat bill,” outlawing abortion when a “heartbeat” can be heard… Except… [Read More]
Brett Kavanaugh, Rape Culture, and Feminist Fatigue
It’s been a long few weeks. A long few months. Two incredibly long years since Donald Trump was elected to office. I’ve been quiet on Instagram and on Facebook regarding this whole Brett Kavanaugh disaster. Twitter, however, is a different story. Retweets make it easy to share my thoughts, my feelings, my befuddlement, my rage…. [Read More]
Personally Pro-Life, Legally Pro-Choice (Anonymous Guest Post)
Over the past several years, I have allowed many bloggers (and a handful of writers representing businesses) to write guest posts for Belle Brita. I am more than willing to use my platform to promote other bloggers as long as their values align with my own, even if our opinions differ. The downside to my… [Read More]
Intent vs. Impact: The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions
Welcome to the eighteenth day of the 2018 Love Blog Challenge! Today’s prompt is Mistakes. Check out the announcement post for all the prompts and rules this month. You can still join the link-up for last week’s topic, Promises. Imagine you’re at the beach, relaxing in a lounge chair, reading a book. Suddenly a volleyball smacks you… [Read More]
Enthusiastic Consent: A How-To Guide
To be honest, I struggled with the title for this blog post on enthusiastic consent. My first inclination was: Consent: A How-To Guide for the Sexual Predators Pretending They Don’t Understand Social Cues But that title was much too long. So then I considered: Consent: A How-To Guide for the Socially Inept But I thought… [Read More]
#MeToo: My Story of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault
I was 12 the first time. I was in the kitchen with two boys from school, both in my grade, although neither in my class. I was getting a drink when I heard them walk in. I turned around and said hello. One of them leaned over and poked my breast, my beautiful, budding, barely… [Read More]