To call myself an "artist" would be a massive stretch. Creative? Yes. Artist? Ehh. If you count off-pitch sing-in-the-shower sessions and my innate ability to doodle the f*ck out of a new notebook, then, yes, maybe I am an artist. I can't sing. I simply can't. I want a phenomenal voice, like really bad. But, … Continue reading Inspiring female artists to add to your playlist.
Hi everyone, Again, want to thank you for all of the kind words I have received over the past couple of days and an extra thank you to those who shared your story with me. I received tons of questions/responses via email, Insta, Facebook, etc., which I promise to answer by the end of this … Continue reading Let’s talk about it: Pt. 1
I hope that you exercise human compassion and become an advocate for women some day. I hope you stop referring to women as "bitches" and "cunts" for having an opinion. That someday you believe that women are not below you and you use your intelligence towards making a positive difference in this world.
I got a rather hilarious email from a reader last night. It was a strange combination unexpected and revolting yet charming to some degree? With his permission, he let me talk about it on here. Here's the email: Hey Beth, I've been following your blog for quite a while. My initial to the first post was, … Continue reading “Dear, Beth. I am a fuckboy.”
"Did you intimidate him, Beth?" my friend asked in response to my recent grievances about a guy. The question caught me off guard. Immediately my fingers violently tapped on the glass screen of my iPhone, firing back a response to defend myself. The question felt like a burning arrow aimed straight at my ego, roaring bright with intense … Continue reading “Did you intimidate him, Beth?”