Author Catie Robertson

We are fools to think ourselves kinder eugenicists than our racist predecessors. We have just gotten better at profiting from it.

Just another day of steamrolling actual women on behalf of the most delicate minority. Who, to be clear, are men in lipstick.

For those of you who have not been privy to the “college experience”, let me give you an insider’s peak.

This experience has come to transform my understanding of the traditionally celebrated Christian season of Lent. My hope is that it transforms yours as well.

When Mike Wallace asked how we should get rid of racism, the actor responded apace, “Stop talking about it.”

In a land where marriage is dismantled and disregarded, not by emperor’s decree, but by each man’s own folly, the message of St. Valentine is vital.

Man is indeed the image of God, worthy of freedom.

The Hollywood Hills dazzle in December with million-dollar house parties drowning in champagne.

Throw a bag of Purple M&Ms on top of Mickey Mouse and Balenciaga in the slowly growing pile of companies with failed woke policies.

Our overbearing mother state was not satisfied with dressing her children in masks for well over two years nor perpetually stabbing us with ineffective medicine.