Ah, the joys of public transport. Dawn sent this story around:

OK. I'm riding the CTA home this evening, and through the crowd a notice a woman, headphones on, reading the pink issue of Bitch magazine. (Same one Sarah's-Sister's article is in. You know, the one with the confusing sex toys.)

[Just to clarify, Amy's article isn't about sex toys -- it's about culture and religion and body image, among other things. I'd brought the Girl's Night Out group the mag to show off Amy's article, and Kat pointed out that the magazine prominently advertises some pretty odd sex toys. We had no idea how some of them worked, and as a group, we'd seen ourselves some sex toys.]

She's intently reading the magazine, while sitting next to her, with her Newberry Library Tote-Bag, is the most mortified elderly woman I've ever seen. She got flustered and kept her eyes averted [from the magazine] from the Merchandise Mart till about Armitage. By Belmont, she was sneaking peeks. By Western, fugedaboutit.. she was hooked.

Cracked my ass up!

See? Everyone can benefit from a good Bitch!

I encourage you all to pick up a copy of the magazine, because Amy's article is pretty damn good. Check it out.

Of course, this means that Amy, who doesn't define herself as a writer, has had a freelance piece published in a magazine before I, the "writer", have. So I may have to kill her, just on principle.