There’s nothing quite like the righteousness that many Americans express when it comes to office dress-codes – so readily illustrated by the comments to this older Salon advice column I noticed a while back but never commented on, until now. As the column and the comments illustrated – a woman who works in your average officeContinue reading “The delightful priggitude of the American workplace”
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Bag spam: what’s in my bag? And what’s in yours?
I’ve got friends who keep sending me little memes that I have no intention to spam other people in my Gmail address book with. I can, however, spam the readers of this blog! So for those of you who are, for some reason, dying to know what’s in my bag, here’s a rundown: – WorkContinue reading “Bag spam: what’s in my bag? And what’s in yours?”
Agency Shmagency, or why I really couldn’t care less about “the new single womanhood”
While I read Rebecca Traister’s feature on recent memoirs by young, single American women (it’s one everything from the wonderful Carlene Bauer’s Not That Kind of Girl to the upcoming Bitch Is the New Black), I gradually became aware of the fact that I was not alone in the room. There was a persistent, monotoneContinue reading “Agency Shmagency, or why I really couldn’t care less about “the new single womanhood””
This is why I’m glad I’m currently in Moscow, as opposed to New York
On a completely unrelated note to Jill’s post about parents, kids & public spaces in New York City, these lines about New Yorkers stuck out at me: You don’t chat with people in line at the grocery store; you don’t talk to strangers on the subway; you don’t interrupt or disturb other diners in restaurants.Continue reading “This is why I’m glad I’m currently in Moscow, as opposed to New York”
LOST: “Jears. Jears on the side of my face.”
I want to say that I haven’t been writing about “Lost” because I haven’t had the time, but if I’m honest with myself and with you, I’ll have to say that I haven’t been writing about “Lost” because it’s like a love affair coming to an end, like something out of Graham Greene, the sortContinue reading “LOST: “Jears. Jears on the side of my face.””
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