relationships
Trace the link between feminism and relationships from outdated norms to modern conventions including chivalry, working mothers, splitting the bill and beyond.
Time Apart
It's literally been a day. One whole day, two nights. With six more to go. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you. Traveling is something you've always liked to do, and it's only thanks to me that you found your love for the ocean in the first place, so I truly only have myself to blame that you took the opportunity to go on this trip at all.
By Drayk Stahl5 years ago in Viva
RAQUEL, A Story in Two Parts
Raquel: The Girl, the Legend to Me Part One: The Svelte Chic In third grade with Miss Hinklebury, I met Raquel. She was truly beautiful. She wore an awesome top knot side ponytail every day in her extra long, flowing blondish locks which toppled her head to the side sometimes when she was trying to write or do math at her desk. The teacher actually out loud suggested one day that she change her hairdo- that it might help her concentrate. But, I never minded Raquel's simplicity or lack of attention in in class. I would sit nearby and watch her, with her big florescent, bangle earrings, zoning off.
By cora lynnish5 years ago in Viva
I love you (but it’s not enough)
“Take it off.” The words rang hollow in the heavy silence of the room. The grey light that filtered through the bedroom window, showed John’s hunched over silhouette, as he sat, hands clasped and resting on his elbows, on the edge of the bed, the satin beneath him crumpled and dishevelled. Hours earlier, he had kicked off his shoes and laid on that cover, excited for the evening ahead. He had marvelled at the softness of the sheets. Beneath his numb hands now, they felt like nothing.
By Megan Joss5 years ago in Viva
Matchmaking and Merlot
Cynthia stood in the bar alone, gazing at herself in the mirror behind the bar. Her reflection was snuggled between a bottle of Crown and a bottle of Jack Daniels. The sight made her nose curl up as she recalled nights long ago filled with shots, dancing, and Steven. Her brown eyes begged her to leave.
By Brandi Johnson5 years ago in Viva
Come What May
Come What May Today is the day. The date. The one with the handsome banker, who was so savvy and well spoken. I take a seat at the bar, 8pm sharp! I have been looking forward to this since we met. The waiter comes by and I hesitate, should I order or wait. I toss my options back and forth in a quick race of my mind and my breath lifts; “Merlot please,” I decide. “Six oz or nine oz,” the waiter continues. Of course, more questions, should I, argh, answer the questions! “Six oz,” I decide. Better less for now. I don't want to get too tipsy I think to myself. A few minutes go by and a napkin is placed in front of me with a glass of ruby red delight. I bring the glass to my nose and smell its sweet bouquet notes of cherry and plum as I swirl the wine to the rim of the glass. I wonder if he likes wine, I thought as the wine danced around my palette and the last notes of brassy Merlot left me wanting another sip. I look around the restaurant watching happy patrons laughing and carrying on munching on chef’s latest creations. My nose is tickled by buttery scallops as the dish passes from the kitchen. “May I live another day for just one bite” my hungry mind growls as I realize I haven’t eaten since morning. Why do I do this to myself I think, subdued. What is it about the busy day that takes me to such a preoccupied state? I take another sip of my Merlot and my thoughts soon dim.
By Yvonne Van der Male5 years ago in Viva
Men Make Women Crazy...PERIOD!
Men absolutely do not know what the hell they want or what they do not want . You can not win with men. One minute they want you to be a fierce, sexy temptress and then the next minute they think you are flirting with everybody and that you are acting like a s*** or dressing like a hooker.
By Amanda J Mollett5 years ago in Viva
In Another Life
I scanned the room nervously looking for her. All I knew is that she had red hair and freckles. My roommate, Mike, insisted that I go out with a friend of his girlfriend, Amber. I didn’t really care much for Amber, and the feeling was obviously mutual, so I didn’t quite understand why they would think me and anyone who got along so well with her would mesh at all.
By Patrice Swoope5 years ago in Viva
