Topic: father and daughter

In Saudi Arabia, You Can Pay $50,000 Blood Money In Exchange For Raping Your Child To Death

In Saudi Arabia, You Can Pay $50,000 Blood Money In Exchange For Raping Your Child To Death

Warning: This article is amazingly graphic and beyond terrible and will probably cause your heart to break in a million pieces, like it did mine. But I feel it is our responsibility, as women, as mothers, as humans to know about these things. I’m not sure what exactly we can do to make a difference in cases like this, in the mindset that lets men in faraway countries get away with this type of brutality, but we need to do something. This story is appalling to the millionth degree. Lindsay Cross covered this story a few months ago, but we have new information regarding this horrific case. More »

Sacha Baron Cohen Turning Dad’s $65 Million Offer To Marry His Lesbian Daughter Into A Movie

Sacha Baron Cohen Turning Dad's $65 Million Offer To Marry His Lesbian Daughter Into A Movie

Remember the bizarre story of Cecil Chao? He’s the Hong Kong billionaire who was offering $65 million dollars to any man that could convince his lesbian daughter to “turn straight” and commit to a heterosexual relationship. Oh and by the way, that daughter is already married to her longtime partner, a woman.

While most of us found this entire situation to be pretty depressing, apparently there’s one person in Hollywood who think it’s downright hilarious. It’s so funny, he’s going to base his next comedy on it. More »

Being Daddy’s Little (Feminist) Princess

Being Daddy's Little (Feminist) Princess

Growing up, my father was my everything.

I was a very hyper-feminine little girl with a deeply rooted princess obsession, even by today’s standards. While my peers grew out of their princess phases within a year or two, eventually adapting to sports, outdoor play, and video games, mine remains the narrative under which I recall my entire childhood. My memories of being little are of forever lingering under dining room tables or desks, perpetually with dolls in my hands and a bow in my hair. I took to outdoor activities gingerly, but only in the traditionally female context of jump rope. Sports, or activities that involved coordination over fields or dirty terrains repelled me, and I often sought refuge in books that I would read in the shade, the frills of my little socks catching on the pages. More »