Jenny Nordberg is an insightful writer and I am so glad that she wrote this book. 'Bacha posh' is a name given to Afghan children that are born female and then raised as boys. Nordberg's incredibly commitment to these stories is quite remarkable, she fully immersed herself. Reading about the bacha posh has given me more insight into Afghanistan's culture than I really ever intended to gain, but now that I have it I feel blessed. It's less about gender and more about power. I can not wait to use this insight in conversations with blissful ignoramus. 

When I picked this book up at Barnes and Noble I didn't really pay much attention, adding it to the pile of novels that I would soon devour. I just thought it would be a story about girls in Kabul doing underground resistance work against the Taliban or something. In a sense that is exactly what these girls are doing but within a totally different cultural context which changes the actions of these ladies from being conscious activism to societal survival.

I grew particularly attached to a woman named Azita, who went from well educated young woman to the wife of an illiterate man, and eventually finds her power. This amazing woman's story frames the book from beginning to end. Azita's journey was not something she always had control over but she has done her best to do the most with what she has. There is no closure in this story, no happy ending but Azita's life serves as the skeleton that carries the rest of the book through it's twists and turns.

I read this book in the bath, at work, on break, in bed, at every spare moment I that I could dedicate to these stories of situations so unfamiliar to my own. My understanding grew and grew and my knowledge bank about the subject feels like a kind of empowerment. I now follow Nordberg on Twitter, even though a lot of it is in Swedish! hah.



People have a lot of opinions about the Muslim religion and whether or not it responsible for terrorism. And I AM NO EXPERT but I have to say that after reading the Underground Girls of Kabul, after reading 'I Am Malala' and after reading 'Do They Hear You Cry' I am fairly certain that the terrorism and hatred comes from illiterate religious leaders, driven by tradition, that are interpreting what "good Muslims" are supposed to act, look like, do with the interest of war lords and anti government groups in mind. These ideas and instructions are not based on the words of the Koran but instead a collection of tradition, societal norms and pieces of other ancient religions.

These words brought me back to a few weeks ago when I was finishing 'I Am Malala,' and I was realizing how utterly progressive her father was, how lucky Malala was to be born to these parents who watered her ambitions with love and support. I am so glad to know that more men like Ziauddin Yousafzai out there, men like my own father, men from vast circumstances, men that are looking beyond themselves, looking at their daughters and they are doing things differently, changing the rules and changing the world. 

On Monday afternoon I saw the brilliant documentary 'She's Beautiful When She's Angry.' I have been reading about this documentary online for a while but I must give credit to my male-lover TK who cut out an ad from The Lagoon, he put it on our dresser so we wouldn't forget to go see it. 

The content of this documentary is very vast, very informative, full of times lines and dirty details. As some of you may know I am an avid reader, and I have done a good job educating myself about the women's rights movement because the lord knows they didn't teach any of it at my Catholic High school. So the content of 'She's Angry' was not new to me. But what I enjoyed the most about the movie was the personal accounts, the faces behind the issue, the women's stories. These women are strong, they are fierce, these women changed the world. And they have so much to teach the younger generations and the uneducated. 


I fear that the only people going to the theater to see this are the people who lived it, the people who went to school to study it, the people who already know and acknowledge the struggle. So if you don't know anything about the fight for women's reproductive health, or if you haven't learned of the different organizations, if you don't know about the 'Feminine Mystique', go see this movie! 

PLEASE GO SEE THIS MOVIE, take your nieces and nephews, take the kids you baby sit, encourage your friends, buy the movie and show it to your class. Make sure people see this movie. 


xoxo, kp

"I have made my notes now you see, on how to build a girl and put her out in the world. Everyone drinks, everyone smokes, boozy Mickey Jeremy is a damn fine woman. You come into a room and say things, like you're in a play. You fake it til you make it. You discuss sex like it's a game, you have adventures, you don't quote musicals. Whatever everyone else is doing, you do that. You say things to be heard, rather to than to be right. You keen at streets lights thinking they are the sun."

Excerpt from How to Build a Girl, by Caitlin Moran

The title of this book comes from the amazing excerpt above, prior to this I had never read Moran before. I have Audible to thank for taking my prior selections and creating the algorithm that brought 'How to Build a Girl,' by Caitlin Moran into my world. In the style of her first novel, ' Moran writes from an honest place, she tells stories that are hilarious, heart warming, endlessly raunchy. I was painfully aware that versions of these things have occurred in her life. From the emotionally invested descriptions she gave I knew that these characters were people she loved and loves, people she knows and knew, things are slanted, picked apart and ingredients added but the skeleton is true to experience. The semi-autobiographical style that is Moran's signature isn't the first genre I usually run to but this content is definitely the sort of fodder that I enjoy. Jokes that are on-par with the Amy Schumer and Sarah Silverman.

I want to be Johanna Morgan, the main character, a young lady at such a fun place in her life's time line. She is figuring things out, making mistakes, being 'adorably filthy' and living a rock and roll lifestyle in London! I do not however envy that things that Johanna eats through out the book, because of her family's struggles to keep food on the table cheese sandwiches are the norm. Also I don't envy being young enough to be an enthusiastic cigarette smoker. I thank my lucky stars very often that I was able to quit that habit before I was able to legally buy them myself, but that's a story for another day. 

Moran touched on a hilarious fact that Mr. Ferguson and I have had a hilarious conversation about in the recent past.

"Any woman can get laid, anytime that she wants. Any woman. Any time. " 

Unlike most girls that I know personally, Dolly Wild, main character Johanna Morgan's alter ego, looses her virginity before she gives her first blow job. Although she manages it with a bit of grace, I'm pretty glad I did it the other way around and I just wanted to tell someone.

#READWOMENin2015 is alive and real in my life. I prefer non-fiction, sociological centered, books that make tears fall out of my eye balls but every now and again a person should throw in a book that makes you laugh more than frown.

Girls need stories like this, girls need writers like Caitlin Moran. Girls need to be exposed to funny stories about masturbation, stories that express sexual desires, confusions and triumphs. Girls need to not live lives of shame. I love her honest attitude and witty words. 

xoxox, kp

This past weekend The University of Minnesota hosted a workshop called ELECT HER, a program that encourages women to run-for and win for political office on their campuses and for government positions. The Women's Center at the U was nice enough to allow me to bring one of my SHE IS (a Project Footsteps program) girls to the workshop. A brave, beautiful, high school student named Nathel took advantage of this amazing opportunity and the two of us enjoyed an awesome day of learning.

Women in leadership is important. These workshops are an amazing aspect of this journey towards equality. Support programs like these, encourage young women to participate more in politics and continue to educate yourself FOREVER.


xox, kp

The words paint Diane's childhood years in Belgium with minimal drama, a typical European cool factor and a girl, the oldest of two siblings, who would grow up to have the title of Princess and more impressively would known by millions of Americans for an effortless dress that swept the fashion world time and time again. To my own surprise though I was more intrigued by the sections of the book in which Diane barely mentions fashion. 

The parts in the book about DVF's mother are so interesting. A woman who survived a concentration camp during the Holocaust. The story includes activism, long lost letters that were written in coal and then found, a tattoo that young Diane envied, not understanding what it really was. 

Diane von Fürstenberg's existence has been full of glamour, overflowing with travel, money, and social status, yet it was not at all devoid of life's normal ups and downs. Born in Belgium this beauty was catapulted into society when she met her first husband, Prince Egon of Fürstenberg. Her successes stem from a delightful personality, her persistence, a genuine need for independence and a sense of style that has carried her through many eras. 

This quote is as applicable to KP as it is to DVF, impulse rules me life - sometimes I pay for it and sometimes I reap that benefit. I try to harness my impulsiveness for good but often my impulses run my show. Seeing that quality in someone so successful gives me hope. 

At one point during the book I started to be annoyed by the obsessive name dropping. After a while I came around to the rational that this 'name-dropping' might actually just be tasteful recognition of people's roles in this story, the work they've done or the contribution to the end result. With a life that included being a Princess, frequenting Studio 54 and other NYC hot spots you are going to meet influential people but the names span such a vast spectrum of players, even the celebrity cynic in me was impressed. The book could easily be turned into a drinking game if you take a shot every time the phrase, "who later became a good friend." or a version of that was used after a name was dropped. 

Something that disappointed me a bit was that DVF never discusses the allowance that her upbringing had on her successes. The only point during the whole book that I noticed an acknowledgement of privilege ***is in this sentence, "I had the advantage, of course, of having social status, but my youthful confidence is what made me push open that door." She is referring to a meeting she got with the editor of Vogue, the meeting that lead to her suitcase of wrap dresses blossoming into a business. As someone who cherishes the incredible amount of blessings I've been bestowed it really grinds my gears when a person lacks the humility to offer up a paragraph or two about circumstance and how a person's can determine everything. People can overcome and they can fall between the cracks but, nothing is ever won or lost by the isolated actions of one individual.

I whole heartedly agree with this statement and I personally hope to remain on good terms with all of the lovers that I've parted with. I never truly lose love, the love like DVF says. "just evolves into another kind of affection." My heart harbors this new feeling as a way of reconciling for the lost romance. Specifically there is one relationship from my past in which I feel both parties were unable to receive closure and that I would rejoice at the opportunity to reconcile. And another relationship, that in spite of a novel worthy break up my ex-lover has been able to maintain a generally healthy relationship with me, he deserves many props for that I suppose. DVF's attitude about romance and partnership stems from her yearning to "live the life of a man, in a women's body." I'm happy to report that I believe we are moving past that kind of wording into a world where a woman is no longer scorned for having sex just simply because it feels good and is now 'allowed' to enjoy her sexuality while not being confined to the idea that 'that's how men live.'

DVF said these words at a graduation speech, I think they are beautiful. A bit generic and cheesy, but that is why they are applicable and romantic. Take them with you as you leave this space, DVF's life was the stuff of passion, dreams, fantasy and she'll have you believe that with hard work your's could be too.

Back in 2010 I read a book called Half the Sky: Turning Oppression Into Opportunity for Women Worldwide and it moved me, enlightened me and made me hysterically motivated. It was the first time I really understood how many faces feminism has. It was a harsh realization that the kind of equality that I was fighting for was not nearly as dire as what girls in the third world are facing. I learned a lot, was inspired, unable to ever change back or to relay on my ignorant bliss for comfort. 

At that point in my life I was really sponging up as much of the world as I could and this book was sort of lost in the middle of an awakening I was having. I was starting to understand the interconnectedness of the world's troubles, I was becoming aware that humanity's closet is overflowing with skeletons and that my passion for change might not be enough.

A particularly emotional internship with Greenpeace in the spring of 2010 left me so prepared to work for change, I was educated on issues, I endured activist trainings, I had networks and causes that I believed in, but ultimately I went back to Minnesota feeling incredibly defeated. 

When all you do is learn about how fucked up everything is, day in and out reading about climate change, mountaintop removal, fracking, and then clock out of environmental activism at night to read books like 'Half the Sky' - it's a wonder I didn't jump off of something. Overloading with sadness is something I do in an effort to balance the privilege life I've had. It's not the answer. Being educated about social issues is good, spiraling yourself into a deep hole of depression is not good. 

I still get a gut reaction every time I see that book on my shelve, it's a reminder to keep working for good, keep fighting for change. Support men who support women, always speak with respect for everyone's circumstances and celebrate progress.

READ THIS.

But this amazing book, this amazing movement, thankfully, didn't stop there. 

Sheryl WuDunn and Nick Kristof followed up HTS with A Path Appears, a book and a three part documentary series that is being shown on PBS the next two Mondays nights. The first installation happened last week but you can catch up, watch it here. 

When I learned where the title for the project came from I was so excited! Sheryl WuDunn explains the origin and that a path appears after people walk it, over and over. This title makes the movement more visual and reminds you that the work, the actions people are taking is what makes it a movement and not just a wordy idealistic idea.

I have a problem with starting the series with George Clooney but that is all I will say, I think you can probably assume why and I won't waste more time explaining my rational. It's not important, I tweeted and moved on. 

The first installation was broken up into four parts. The first was, In The Life. The second, Falling Through The Cracks. Third, Turning The Tables. And lastly, Creating Opportunities. I have a feeling that the following installments will also be set up in the same format so that they four pieces have some continuity. 

One specific story that made me feel dumb and shocked, was that a girl working in Tennessee could get up at 6:00am on a Monday and have her best 'shift' of the week. She can turn tricks for men who have been "stuck at home with their wives and families all weekend." It bewilders me and I am ashamed that my idea of prostitution was all Saturday nights, Las Vegas grungy, truck stops or high paid escorts. 

At first I was skeptical about Nick and Sheryl inviting celebrities along on this journey but after watching Blake Lively exclaim that she now understands that,"handcuffs don't have to be tangible," I changed my tune. Meaning that she is now aware of the systems that have failed these girls, she sees the pathways that are seemingly inescapable for a lot of people. Ashley Judd was so in touch and so amazing. I fell more in love with Malin Ackerman when she made a point about getting more men involved to make it (sex trafficking, buying sex, etc) a shameful thing. The extra exposure that comes with the celebrity aspect is undeniably positive and I look forward to watching more women learn and live through this project.

Watch this with your sons, your lover, your friends, tweet it with the hashtag love. You never know who you are exposing it to, it could make all the difference. Start a conversation, retweet something, your share might just add to someone's empathy or understanding levels and that could make all the difference. Be educated, give yourself ample language with what to discuss these social issues. Be enlightened, support projects that support women.

xoxox, kp

The other day while I was working at the bar and a man was trying to strike up a conversation with me. I was barely paying attention to his chatter about his daughter until he said something along the lines of, "Men don't truly understand the struggles women have until they have daughters. A man doesn't have the upmost respect for women until he sees his baby girl." This pisses me off, even though I know it's not true. I actually know a few men who do in fact have a great deal of respect for women prior to such a birth occurring. So I replied to the man, "Why do you think it is? Why do you think that the inequality, the disrespect, the vulgar acts made towards their mothers, their sisters, the cousins and friends of these males aren't enough to make a man wake up? Why don't these other female relationships mean enough for him to make changes? Are men so conceded that half of their DNA needs to aid in creating a person with a vagina in order for that person to be deserving of his respect?"  He didn't want to talk to me any more after that.

Malala Yousafzai is a hero, her family is remarkable and her father should be a role model to all fathers. This book was a great read (even though I accidentally purchased the Young Adult Version) it's an unbelievable story about incredibly strong people. Through this book I found Malala to be an incredibly stoic, driven individual, who was given a hand up by her parent's encouragement and support. I believe that people are definitely products of their decisions but the circumstances that Malala was born into, being the daughter of a man who ran a school and believed in educating girls is nothing to overlook. The puzzle pieces of Malala's life construct an ideal bridge for progress, especially now that this amazing speaker has a position to speak to the world. 

I have no doubts that Malala would have flourished in a variety of situations, which makes it even more of a miracle that her family is committed to the good fight of female education. There is a special place in my heart for her father and all the fathers out there like him, (and this one) fathers who stand up for their kids even when the surrounding culture isn't always conducive. 

Another book I just finished called 'Do They Hear You When You Cry' tells the story of a young woman from Togo who was allowed and encouraged to achieve as much education as possible before her father passed and was spared genital mutilation because of this progressive attitude her father possessed. Fathers, especially in patriarchal cultures have the ability to build strong daughters, daughters that shine past these traditions with the potential to make real change. My hope is that all Dads understand and embrace their roles as empower-ers and trust their kids with this power to make the world a more equality minded place. My fear is for the father who hasn't turned a corner in his own heart, whose circumstances haven't allowed them to see the value of their children, their little girls. 

When Malala's father put her name of their family tree, the first female name in 300 years of history, he invested in her, he gave her a precious gift, he said you are an equal. Your mind, body and spirit is no less valuable than that of your brother. I hope this story not only inspires young woman to speak out but I hope it inspires men to seek change, seek justice for your offspring. 

One of the best snip-its in the book starts out with Malala playing ELF BOWLING as she waits to meet President Obama. I used to play this rather raunchy computer game with my brother at our Dad's office when we were younger. You are able to kill the elves with the bowling ball and receive extra points for hitting a deer as it crosses the alley. 

It got even better as I read her take on the meeting, "I was respectful, I believe, but I told him I don't like his drone strikes on Pakistan, that when they kill one bad person, innocent people are killed, too, and terrorism spreads more. I also told him that if America spent less money on weapons and war and more on education, the world would be a better place. If God has given you a voice, I decided, you must use it even if it is to disagree with the president of the United States." 

I have respect for people who are outspoke, especially when they are young women speaking to authoritative men! So read this book, learn about a young lady who was shot by the Taliban, survived this attempted assassination and will continue to educate the world about the injustice that is being committed under the facade of religion. She will remind you that purpose is progress and that her purpose was made clear with a bullet. Let's make an effort each time we open our mouths, our hearts, our wallets that the key to equality lies not with the first world feminist fight but with the damagingly undervalued girls of the second and third worlds. 


xoxox,kp

I have been reading A LOT lately, I've always been a big reader but as life ebbs and flows sometimes there is more time for books! I think the key to being a reader is figuring out what kind of material you are fond of. 

A few of my friends have been batting around the idea of doing a book club, which is another way to help yourself prioritize reading and spend more time exercising your brain. 

Some of you may remember my post about how much I love Ted Talks, they are excellent snip-its that inspire and teach. 

As long as I have been picking out my own books at the library I've been reading multiple books at the same time. I have a serious need for stimulation so having a few different story lines bopping around my head at once is almost necessary for me. It's just like meeting two new friends at the same time! When I first sawLisa Bu's Ted Talk I had just started reading two books about two young women's journeys, about how they each blossomed through tragic circumstances. One woman was from Togo and escaped genital mutilation only to be put through hell in applying for asylum while the other woman was from Egypt, sold into slavery by her parents and human trafficked. These were the perfect books to do a comparative read with.

by Fauziya Kassindja  (Author), Layli Miller Bashir (Author), Karen Musalo (Epilogue)

I found this book at Hidden Treasures Thrift Store in St. Anthony one evening while I was trying to waste time before a documentary screening. The book challenged me on lots of different levels. I cried numerous times and it took me over a month to complete. I am so inspired that Fauziya Kassindja was strong enough to endure this tragedy and then to provide the world with the this detailed account. After what Kassindja went through I don't know if I'd have had the stamina to tell the story, reliving it over and over, draft after draft.  

The facts are startling, Kassindja was thought of as property in her culture, property to be mutilated to her owner's dismay. She escaped the terrors of her home life only to be imprisoned by an evidentially dysfunctional asylum system. This book is long and at times it was extremely difficult for me to follow all of the legal jargon but I upon finishing I appreciated all of the lengthy explanation. The hard work, the long hours, dedication and persistence of everyone involved in fighting for the justice of Kassindja's claim deserves to be accounted for. It was long, at times torturous but if that young woman could survive what life put her through then the least I could do was read every word and encourage you to do the same.

by Shyima Hall  (Author), Lisa Wysocky  (Contributor)


Ok, this is reidiculous but I need to get this petty detail out of the way, I listened to this book on Audible (an app for audio books). And I found the voice reading the story to be incredibly annoying. Something about the inflection the woman uses, but somehow I suffered through it and learned the story of Shyima's life. I am so glad that I didn't let the voice deter me because Shyima is an incredible survivor who is turning her struggles into her life's work. This beautiful Egyptian girl was sold into slavery by her mother, trafficked into the United States by the family who 'owned' her, she was recovered by agents of the US government and eventually built herself into a driven, strong, intelligent, self sufficient, highly evolved woman. I absolutely love that Shyima is using this experience to drive her career ambitions.

There are a lot of similarities between the situations that Shyima and Fauziya endured, the most brazen is that both cultures are patriarchal and both girls were thought of as property in the events that lead to their leaving their homes. Fauziya was blessed by her father's progressive attitude towards their tribal traditions but with his death by tribal law she became the property of her father's family. Shyima's family was incredibly impoverished and her father was absent a lot during the time she remembers in Egypt. Both girls are brought up in Muslim homes, Fauziya's faith stays strong through out her hardships while Shyima struggles with her's. At one point Shyima expresses that she didn't realize that people other than Muslim's could be bad people. The similarities, the differences, the vulnerability and the strength shown make both of these women my heroins. 

THANKS FOR READING and in the words of Lisa Bu, "May books always be with you."

xoxo,kp

I want to apologize for my hiatus and briefly explain that the last two months er so I was experiencing a brief bout with the Winter Blues. I went through the sniffles, the bitterness of Minnesota's cold temperatures (and the seasonal depression that comes along), plus the meandering pains of the holidays. On a more positive note, the last two months were restful and full of snuggles. I truly believe taking care of oneself is the number one thing a person can do. I could have pushed out blog content, it wouldn't have been thoughtful or thought provoking because I was in a place of self-stagnancy. I worked through a few things, started organizing my life in a new way and with purpose, even my closet looks semi-cleanly. Now the only thing that is blue about me is my hair. 

Never in my life have I had the urge to color my hair an unnatural color. Yeah, I've done red peekaboos and such, but never have I done anything as drastic as I did last Thursday. All I do know is that one day I was perusing the Hive's Facebook page and the next there I was in the chair with Felicia; We chatted about life and all of a sudden my hair was a turquoise, blue, green, mermaid-y color. I am in love with my hair! I still don't know what made me do it, but I'm glad I did. THANKS FELICIA!

In the last few months I have been reading copiously; I've been keeping my head down, haven't blogged, haven't really gone out at all. I've been doing my best to be financially responsible, when I spend money it's on books and healthy food. Books and healthy food are my style but head down, concentrated demeanor is sooo not me. But alas, while I was fighting through winter's cold temps, holiday pains, the sniffles and a few other personal situations my literature intake has increased to an admirable amount. I have always been an avid reader, but the last few years have been more about online media than words printed on a page in a book.

I feel like I have regained a part of myself that was missing. Books were a huge part of my upbringing, my mom and I read books together every night before bed until I was at least 12. I am so glad that books have returned to me with vengeance. I miss being in school, the purpose that comes with being a student but books are the answer to not enrolling and accruing more student loan debt.

So I am back, 2015 has lots in store from Katia Priceless so stay tuned for hella book reviews, words about words, more fashion, more fun and more feminism. Also try to read more, whether it's news, novels, blogs or biographies. Reading is good for your brain and your life.

xoxo, kp

I hope someone, someday, utters a similar phrase about me, but at times this book made me consider that I might be more complacent than I'd like. Gay discusses things I love (or so I thought) and finds many flaws with them, it might just be a few Hollywood films but still, the angles at which she views things is so critical and admirable. Sometimes she writes about other writing, some of it I have read, some of it I haven't but I do appreciate her words on all of the subjects she tackles. The standard that Gay holds writers to is awesome and it inspires me. At times she is harsh, I mean come on' these are books, movies, 'pop culture propaganda,' but it reinforced how all too often audiences blindly accept subpar story lines or offensive characters. 

I honestly think just listing the chapters. tell you what topics she dares discuss could sell you on reading it, so basically that is all I am going to do in this "review." Enjoy... haha. #lazyblogger

And since some of you probably read this because you think that I have something to bring to the table here are some of my words about Gay's words:



Towards the beginning of the book, in the section GENDER & SEXUALITY Gay discusses likability and I agree with most of her points BUT I think her saying that she likes Nellie Olsen more than Laura Ingalls-Wilder is ludicrous and doesn't prove her point because Laura does not conform to societal norms at all. I have had a deep love for LIW since my mother and I read the books when I was a little girl; I will be reviewing her newly published autobiography ASAP.

Both movies I've seen, and I cried my eyes out during both. I definitely thought both movies were good, until now. 

Gay smartly pointed out some things that I never would have thought about and that I am glad my brain has considered now. I'm not sure I will ever have the energy to hold Hollywood or the media to the same standard that Gay does but I wish I did. 

Here is where the book gets really good! She explains in ways I wouldn't have been able to touch why it sucks to be a woman in America. More specifically, how much it sucks to have a bunch of white, old, men trying to control my reproductive system. She does much more than that in this chapter but I'll leave it there.

Also Gay's final take on Sandberg's 'Lean In' is, " just one more reminder that the rules are always different for girls, no matter who they, and no matter what they do."

+ I also listen to gansta - rap on my way to work in my car, at insanely loud volumes, EVEN though the lyrics sometimes offend me to the deepest parts of my lady parts.

+ I also KNOW NOTHING about cars and I definitely don't want to be good at cars.

+ I also think that "We need to be able to argue beyond the thread of privilege."

Gay ends the book by stating I would rather be a bad feminist, than no feminist at all. Gay is the kind of articulate I aspire to, she is self aware, she possesses a level of intelligence I only dream of and the ability to pick things apart to expose where the weakness lies. 

This book is not just for women, not just for girls, it will enlighten whomever reads it. This book has a message for everyone. And I strongly encourage my male readers to pick it up. Read it without shame on the bus, in spite of it's pink cover and feminine content there is nothing you need to know more about than the female experience. Until you really start to try and understand what your sisters, your girlfriends and mothers experience you will never be able to help. You have to learn the language, listen to all versions of the struggle before you can start to challenge your brothers, your bowling buddies and your father in-laws to start speaking, acting and thinking differently.


xoxox, kp