“I was raised on the feminist ideal that I, too, could be a metaphorical rock star, not just a rock star’s girlfriend,” Andrea Bauer wrote in July. “By the time I was 25, I subscribed to this ideology with all of my heart, so much in fact that the mere mention of ‘babies’ and ‘suburbs’ had me bowing down to the gods of no-fault divorce and riding directly off into Chicago’s seedy underground to further my career as a photographer.”

Here at the Reader, we’re sure glad she did. Bauer’s our photo editor now, and also a fine writer. For both its crisp style and its thought-provoking substance, her July essay on the Bleader merits reading or rereading. Here it is.