One night in August 1966, a group of trans* women and queer youth rioted against years of stigmatization and routine […]

One night in August 1966, a group of trans* women and queer youth rioted against years of stigmatization and routine […]
“I had been completely run-down. I would try to do my housework and could not. I would want to just […]
I can spot a WIC participant from three checkout lanes away. There is usually a growing line of unsuspecting shoppers […]
This time last year, I’d just returned from three months at the University of Vienna being the Käthe Leichter visiting […]
For the past several years, this 1885 photograph of three medical students who attended the Woman’s Medical College of Pennsylvania […]
Spoiler Alert: This isn’t exactly a movie review (if you’d like one, I recommend Alex von Tunzelmann’s review in The […]
During a recent well-child check up, the nurse asked how much television my son watched. Although not common a generation […]
On September 24, as I enjoyed my second coffee of the morning and caught up on news, a photo caught […]
By Mary Elene Wood
A highway patrol officer straddles a woman who lies on her back by the side of a highway. His arm lifts high into the air, then, with what looks like substantial force, he strikes her in the face with his clenched fist. He does this over and over again. Early in July, news programs around the country quickly spread the story of a California Highway Patrol officer caught on videotape violently beating Marlene Pinnock, a 51-year-old homeless, presumably mentally ill, woman, along the side of a freeway in Los Angeles. The California Highway Patrol claimed that the officer was only trying to stop the woman from walking out into traffic, yet journalists across the U.S. decried, in one writer’s words, “the lack of training given to law enforcement officers to handle such people, even though officers all too often are society’s frontline mental health care providers.”
By Lara Freidenfelds
The dentist peered in my child’s mouth, then turned to me. “Hey, Mom, you did a good job, no cavities!” I brought my kids for a check-up recently, and our wonderful pediatric dentist warmly complemented me. But why on earth did he call me that? And why did it irk me?
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