Jody Amable

Like most nerd realms, music writing is a predominantly male world. Especially if, like me, your greatest love is classic rock.

The neighbors turned their lights off. My dog fell sound asleep. I kept reading. And at 1:03 am, I finished. All was well.

Jon Stewart, step aside. Your heir apparent has arrived.

A few weeks back, I got looped into an Instagram chat with some coworkers from one of my gigs, who were snarking about the fact that the

In the aftermath of my mom passing, I've learned to reconcile our rocky relationship with the knowledge that she loved me.

I'm 30 years old and stuck in San Jose, the hometown I always wanted to leave. What happened?

I couldn’t help but assume the reason these people were telling me not to say even a word to this troll was because women aren’t supposed to fight back. We’re supposed to rise above — to “not stoop to their level,” as my mom used to say.

According to the magazine, women need special help understanding sports. Cue the glorious, hilarious Twitter outrage.

I was waiting to finally not like a Harry Potter book, and folks, I found it. Half-Blood Prince was boring.

If I let everyone off the hook for extenuating circumstances like, “He’s over 50, so he probably just doesn’t know any better,” no one’s ever going to stop calling me “sweetie.”