Barren and Bitchy
That title came to me this afternoon as I was mulling (pre-writing, we'll call it) over this post and as quickly as it came to me, I thought that 'Baron of Bitchy' would be an excellent name of for a ranty feministy blog - right? But I not the almost-royalty type of 'baron'. I am barren. Straight up, dried up. Or something like that. No buns in my oven (check these videos out, they are quite hilarious and also, spot on.). It's taken a long time to get to the point where I can even think that word. But I'm slowly coming to terms with it, although I (obviously) don't like it. Was it Elizabeth in the Bible who was barren until she had John the Baptist? I've lost count of the number of babies who have been conceived and born to close friends and family members during the last 2.5 years, but it is up there. I thought about counting for the purposes of this writing, but I have so far resisted the urge. It would be too depressing. In fact, it has bee