Back in the day (the mid 90s, y’all) I was stuck between fearing, hating and lusting after Riot Grrls. Most of them were bagel bumpers (at least until they graduated college) so the lust part was out-of-the-question, but I always wanted to be Riot Grrl’s Corin Tucker. Or, more to the point, I wanted to be Corin Tucker’s Carrie Brownstein. Corin got married (to a man! gasp) later in life, had kids, but still continues to rock.