Quiet Rebel Writer

Friday afternoon. Getting on towards happy hour. So before I get happy, it’s time to purge in the weekly rant.

In the spirit of word porn, that lovely Friday tradition in these parts, this week’s rant is focused into one-word sentiments. Words have that ability – to convey a world of emotions and power into […]

Hello all, and happy Friday! It’s the end of another productive, fun-filled, aggravating, enjoyable, hair-pulling-out week. Time to remove the thin veil of objectivity that I maintain during most of my weekly posts, and let ‘er rip in a rant.
This week? A short list of things that suck.
Chicago weather. My city is amazing […]

Friday is a time to wind down and reflect on a good week. But it’s also a time to get a little huffy. It’s rant time.
Usually I enjoy a good Friday rant with a tasty Friday cocktail. Due to the swiftly approaching arrival of my partner’s parents for the weekend, this afternoon is sans […]

Hello one and all, and welcome to Friday afternoon! I face this Friday in my new office, nearly all put away from box hell earlier in the week, and I’m looking forward to a well-deserved cocktail hour. But first, I’ve got a little ranting to do.
As you all may remember, each Friday I cap […]

Yes, gentle readers, there was a lost day this week. No posting occurred on QRW yesterday, but for good reason. Tales of that momentous occasion involving Chicago, exorbitant fees, and glorious new property, will be saved for another time.
But a lack of posting yesterday means a double whammy today. You get a two-for-one post, […]

I like knowing what to expect. Call me a creature of habit, but I like knowing that almost every Wednesday night I have date night with J, that Friday nights we’re probably going to order sushi, that Saturday afternoons we hit LaBamba for a burrito lunch and then go book shopping. Patterns and routines can […]

In researching my previous post, a special leap-year edition of word porn, I learned about a unique tradition assigned to February 29th. It’s this day where women across the world are allowed and encouraged to propose to their significant male others. This leap year tradition is treated lightly and jokingly, but it’s serious enough that […]

I became a feminist after reading Cosmopolitan. And that’s why I’ll never write for women’s magazines as part of my freelance career.
One day in mid-college I flipped through my latest issue of Cosmo, fresh from the mail. I was just exiting my ill-advised sorority phase, when I thought I wanted to be someone, anyone […]

I turned 30 last year. A nice, round number. By itself, it didn’t mean much besides playfully torturing my dear old dad about having a 30-year-old daughter. Which was admittedly damn good fun. Maybe with thirty years in existence, I can finally say I know a thing or two about a thing or two. And […]

Feminism is about something very simple: equal rights between men and women. But in today’s world, and in highly scrutinized presidential campaigns, it gets very complex very quickly. Take this week’s campaign developments. Earlier this week the New York chapter of the National Organization of Women threw a rather undignified fit, pissed that the Kennedys […]