I’m weary of women — smart women, the smartest women — branding what they hope will be cultural touchstones. Lean in. Bossy.
Trying too hard for a tipping point. Trying to make fetch happen.
Did they learn nothing from Mean Girls?
I’m weary of women — smart women, the smartest women — branding what they hope will be cultural touchstones. Lean in. Bossy.
Trying too hard for a tipping point. Trying to make fetch happen.
Did they learn nothing from Mean Girls?
And now I can put a name to the habit of skimming through something that has enough buzz that I pretend I know something about it: faking cultural literacy. Bitcoins. Twitter. Lots of stuff having to do with content marketing, which is what I actually do in life. And now I also know plenty of people ingest a headline, get the gist of content, whatever it is, and simply stop reading: too long, didn’t read. I’ll keep this short, for that reason.
Me, between gorgeous Lily and movie-star-looking Susie. A good night.
Excerpting from my horoscope I learn:
At 9 degrees of Libra we find a Fixed Star called Vindemiatrix, which traditional astrology calls the Widow Maker. This star is considered unfortunate or mischievous and is associated also with falsity and stealing. Beware alarmism – if you have a planet or angle at 9 degrees of Libra this does not mean that you are about to be bereaved or burgled! As always think symbolically.
Love the notion of a Fixed Star (hence initial caps) and even more a Widow Maker. Not sure I can honor the call to avoid alarmism. I think this is a perfect time to feel alarmed.
Took the first step toward retirement planning. Planner Jason estimates that I will need to save an additional* $21,514 per month for the next 12 years to meet my goal: retirement savings of $4,589,567.
Not helpful Planner Jason. Adding this to my list of Unhelpful Advice.
And pouring myself one of these.
*Additional assumes that I’m saving even $1 per month. Also not happening, Planner Jason.
You’ve seen her right? Pushing 90 but still coordinating her plaid handbag with her suede gloves, which she uses to shoo little children out of her way as she trundles down West End Avenue. Bad ass as all hell.
If, when reading your own blog, you realize that you are a victim in each and every one of your stories, perhaps you should consider wearing this name tag.