Good boss stories are less fun, but I thought it might be nice to talk about the people who've mentored you or opened doors for you or just said: "oh, Nicole, don't do that stupid thing anymore." Who are the men and women who've made the working world bearable for you? And, if you yourself are a boss, which is something that women can do now, if they are seamstresses or nursery school teachers, is…
To Whom It May Concern: I have some advice for you. 1. Sell walkers with the cut-up tennis balls already stuck onto the bottom of the back two legs (I assume this is for additional friction and stability; the fact that almost every walker I see has tennis balls on it leads be to believe that walkers are dangerously unstable when sold as manufactured). Why should somebody who’s using a walker have to go buy…
...who passed away over the weekend at a tragically young age, please consider donating to ovarian cancer research via the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute's Jimmy Fund.
On a spur-of-the-moment decision to travel with a posse of graduate students, my advisor invited my friend and I to an odd think-tank-type meeting at the Santa Fe Institute. The whole weekend consisted of a series of surreal conversations in which biologists, computer scientists, and humanists (us) attempted to figure out if we actually had any kind of shared language with which to discuss digital research and quantitative methods. In other words, a group of…
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Lady: "Wait, is there squash in this?" Tramp: "Whatever, princess." First up, let's just get this out of the way: spaghetti squash is not pasta. It is never going to be pasta. No one will be fooled. But that doesn't mean it doesn't have a place in your kitchen. Me, I've been tinkering away perfecting this bad boy for some time now, and am now ready to share it with the world. The internet is…
The story of how my family acquired Old World recipes for Ashkenazi cuisine is a rape story – but it takes a bit of digging to figure that out. They don’t talk about it. The ones who are left alive to tell it, anyway, the old ones. And we, the young ones, learned long ago to stop asking. The pursing and hardening of lips that were wide open with laughter only moments before, the sudden…
hey where are you? hi where are you? you’re like two hours late it’s almost midnight i can’t get out of the house right now is your car blocked? do you need a ride? no it’s like there’s this bird there’s a bird on your car? no he’s sitting on my statueit’s like mm it just keeps looking at megot those fiery bird eyesyou know? what? fired up…
As someone who watches...three to four hours of television a day, it's hard for me to acknowledge that any television is bad television: I watched every single episode of Suddenly Susan. But, obviously, some television is terrible, even if we are confining ourselves to, say, sitcoms and dramas, and not taking into account the magnificent scope of reality television. To spark a sprightly morning conversation on this topic, I invite you to peruse Wikipedia's…
If you are not familiar with the Emily Books Book Club, or simply have that condition where you struggle to form short-term memories, you may click here. Maybe you already did! I was DELIGHTED to hear that the newest offering from Emily Books was Samantha Irby's brilliant collection, Meaty, having read and enjoyed it earlier this summer. Nothing reminds you of grade school like being able to say "Ah, of course.
For reference. "Excuse me," he asked quietly, "Is this seat taken?" She looked up, lusciously, from the New York Times (but in German) and blinked, still lusciously, before smiling. "No, please go ahead." He sat down and smiled back. "So," he said, "is the coffee any good here?" She let the Times (still in German) drop to her (still luscious) lap. "No," she said. "And I blame--" "--the Internet," he finished, almost unconsciously, until he realized they'd both…
"I like you a lot, but the things I don't like about you...I hate." [To offscreen character] "Hi, Mom." [eight seconds of shocked silence, pan for reactions] [fade to black] Attractive But Deeply Disturbed Businesswoman: "Did you do this for me because I slept with you?" Charmingly Irresponsible, Rakish and Rugged Male Authority Figure: "Yes." ABDDB: "Really?" CIRRMAF: "No." ABDDB: "Do you think anyone knows we slept together?" CIRRMAF: "Yes." ABDDB: "Really?" CIRRMAF: "No." [later] Brittle…
Sharpay Evans: [to Fulton] I told you to hire Troy Bolton, not the entire East High student body! "It is fear that drives [the hippies] to seek the warmth, the protection, the safety of a herd. When they speak of merging themselves into a "greater whole," it is their fear that they hope to drown in the undemanding waves of unfastidious human bodies - and what they hope to fish out of that pool is the…
Previous installments of This Week in Reading can be found here. Most recently: Books That Should Be Banned. I read two terrifying books this week, gang. One was about Vladimir Putin, and the other was about a traveling posse of polyester-wearing ex-humans who feed off the steam released by torturing psychic children. I'm not even done the latter yet, but why let that stop me from talking about it? Let's start with Masha…
As far back as I can remember, I’ve had a complicated relationship with self-confidence. When I was very young, people in church lobbies and in long grocery store lines would often smile and jokingly ask whether I was wearing eye makeup, and compliment my thick eyelashes and eyebrows. I said thank you because that was what I had been told to say, but I didn’t care much one way or the other. The most important…
