So. You’re in New York City. You’re pregnant. And you’d like to stop being pregnant. There are a number of ways you could have gotten here, and a number of ways you could feel about it. You could be single or partnered, younger or older, someone who already has kids

By Jonas Barnes  Okay, I have to get a couple of things out of the way before we can really get into this. First: I’m a guy writing about fat shaming. Calm down and breathe. Catch your breath yet? Good. Second: I’ve been fat literally since birth. I was a fat

The repeal of Obamacare and its implications on your healthcare. 18 million may lose their coverage in the first year.

If you can’t make it to the Women’s March on Washington on January 21st you can at least send your pussy…hat. The aptly named Pussyhat Project wants to collect over one million pink cat ear hats to keep marchers’ heads warm and their unapologetic support for all things feminine front and

Ahhhhh, kissing under the mistletoe! You have it all planned: after partaking in some holiday cheer, you’ll maneuver your object of desire into the door frame where the familiar green twig with white is hangin (if it has red berries it’s Holly, not mistletoe), and you kiss the hell out of

It’s that time of year again. You’re leaving the life you built to step back into whatever family dynamic you fled. You’re going to need something stronger than carbs to avoid becoming the worst version of your adolescent self again. Our mantras and best intentions can only get us through

Right now, I’m lying in a hospital bed writing this from Methodist Hospital in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I’ve been admitted with pneumonia and have also been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. This facility has gorgeous marble floors, gourmet coffee, great food, a Barnes & Noble adjoined to it and even a