I am not what most people would think of as stereotypically girly. I think fashion is stupid. I think designer shoes are especially stupid, as not only will they give you bunions and other foot ailments, everyone stuck walking behind you as you teeter along can’t help but think of ways to exterminate you and your kind (I’ve heard “these are actually really comfortable” and “just shove some gel soles in them and you can practically run” and it’s all lies). Continue reading Girls don’t ask
I had brunch yesterday with some friends: D, C and C’s boyfriend CB. There was much of talk of work and careers [and a little about movies], and C told us about a friend of hers who has been working in publishing for a number of years, the last 5 of which have been part-time so she could be home part-time with her 3 children. She and her company have been discussing her possibly returning to full-time, their offer to her being a new title but with a salary only slightly higher than what would be commensurate with her current level. Her friend didn’t feel the salary was high enough so her company is now looking outside to fill the full-time role, offering a higher salary than what they were willing to pay her. Continue reading Equal Pay for Less Work
For the past month or so, I’ve been having trouble sleeping. I’m someone who can sleep just about anywhere [except, rather inconveniently on planes — I think it’s something about the recycled air]. I am rarely troubled by insomnia. But for a week in January, I was experiencing very fitful sleep. I tried going to bed earlier and earlier but still found myself getting up later and later and being exhausted all day. I would wince every time I heard a new notification on my phone until I was about as conditioned as a future serial killer’s pet.
After visiting Mexico for the first time and having a wonderful time in beautiful Tulum, it was time to return to reality. So on Sunday, I checked into my United flight from Cancun bound for Newark. I was a little hungover from the wedding the night before, tired and generally bitter about having to leave Tulum and return to work. Why would I I have expected to have a smooth and pleasant journey home?
Upon boarding the plane… Continue reading Child-free flights? Maybe just parent-free
For your consideration:
- Meeting people.
- Pre-date communication.
- The “Wait 3 Days Rule.”
- The first date — the beginning.
- The first date — the end.
- Early relationship.
- Meeting friends/family.
A few weeks ago, I recorded an interview with a friend at WFMU, and it just aired yesterday. So check out the link below to hear me say some things on the radio I mistakenly assumed would be edited out.
Our flight from Newark to London went off without a hitch. It took off a few minutes late but made up for it in the air. There were a couple crying babies as usual, but nothing out of the ordinary. Then after a 2.5-hour layover in Heathrow, we were back on a plane.
Any flight I’ve been on whose final destination is India is generally well populated by characters. This flight was no exception. Continue reading On Ethnic Pride (or lack thereof)
I never knew that our romance had ended until you poisoned my food
And I thought it was a lark when you kicked me in the park but now I think it was rude
I never knew that you and I were finished until that bottle hit my head
Though I tried to be aloof when you pushed me off the roof, I feel our romance is dead
– “Say That We’re Sweethearts Again” by Earl K. Brent
At this point, it’s so cliché, we all know the words:
__ had been having an affair with a young 20-something. __ said he just didn’t feel The Spark any more.
(where “The Spark” = “like he was getting as much attention as he used to, and resented the implication that he had to work at the relationship because it turns out it wasn’t all about him and his needs alone”)