Many moons ago, when I was searching for a name for my as-yet-unborn blog, I noticed that a lot of blogs in the book-o-sphere and many other o-spheres in general, ended with the word chick or chicks. In a fit of ironic humor, I appended said moniker (reminiscent of greasers and shake shops and misogyny) to the end of my blog's name, but with a question mark and parentheses to indicate my ambivalence.
And thus I typed it in: alea iacta est, said I and I became a (chick?)
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