“When I run, there’s the occasional man that feels it’s his duty to tell me, ‘You go, honey. You’re gonna lose that weight!’ as if that’s why I’m running, to fit in with what the expectation of what a woman should look like and be.” Courtney Meaker writes about dealing regularly with street harassment.

“Because without even realizing it, I bought into the single story of Soviet Russia where everything was miserable and backwards and the average day in the life of a comrade was huddling around a fiery trash can and street fighting with chicken in mind.” An essay at The Squeaky Robot about single stories — narratives that stereotype a diverse group of people.

“You know this man. You’ve probably seen him drinking imported beer outside of a bar decorated with sheet metal and taxidermy… This man is the lumbersexual.” Does the death of the metrosexual and the rise of the lumbersexual herald a crisis of masculinity?