I remember the very first time I got hate mail for something I wrote. I was 16 and had just landed a gig as a junior columnist at a local newspaper. I wrote about everything from school issues to exchange programs and cultural profiles—by and large it was pretty chill, uncontroversial stuff. I was so…
You might wonder why Mommy didn’t go and march for you. You might wonder why there are no Facebook pictures of us two out there together, like so many of your future counterparts’ mommies posted.
That’s why I’m writing you this letter.
Dear Women of America, Get off your butts and do something about it. I know it’s harsh, but—to quote the borderline merciless instructor on my morning workout video—“this for your own good.” It really is, I promise. Hang on to that for a minute, and come meet Sarah Breedlove. Read more on TheBlaze.com by clicking…
