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By the Time You Read This

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Originally posted October 12, 2011

By the time you read this, it won’t really make a difference. Tomorrow, I will kill what some people would consider to be my unborn child. To me, tomorrow marks the day that I get rid of a parasite. Is that inflammatory to say? Yes, of course it is. I know it is. But for me, at this point in my life, this thing that has taken residence inside of me is not even a fetus as of yet—it’s just an unwanted little creature that has taken control of my body without my permission.

Sure, you could say that by having sex, I gave control of my body over to Mother Nature, but the truth is that this can happen to anyone no matter how safe you are. It doesn’t matter if this was the result of having tons of sex with my boyfriend or a couple of one night stands in the past couple of months—the numbers game remains the same no matter what your relationship status is, and Mother Nature doesn’t give a shit about how many sexual partners you have when you’re fertile. Continue reading →

10 Essential Women Rawkers

As many of you know The Grand Inquisitor used to be a rocker girl in a previous, more fun life. This makes her think she is some kind of expert on girls who rock and so she is offering up this little list for your consideration. Note: the list does not contain hip-hop artists because I am not enough of a fan to do a proper list. I also excluded soul and dance music and stuck to the girls who like it harder because that is what The Grand Inquisitor knows and loves. However, here are ten rocker babes that you should have in your music collection. This isn’t exhaustive and is in no particular order. Continue reading →

Follow Your Own Marriage Rules, Or Not!

After thumbing through a quite long and a bit overwrought Atlantic Monthly article titled “All the Single Ladies”, I was struck by some of the juxtaposition the author, Kate Bolick, discusses about the feelings of loneliness she felt in not walking down the aisle with a seemingly perfect man at age 29, and years later, rectifying that decision with an almost feminist war cry to embrace the concept of often maligned spinsterhood, which some would have you believe should only be whispered in dulcet tones and not too close to a Ouija board. This isn’t a test. Women will not fail at life if they marry, and remaining single doesn’t mean there’s a lonely-lady cat sweater with your name on it. Change the rules, if you dare. Continue reading →