Manguide 2: Professionals
Once again I pull from my varied experiences with men for another chapter of the Manguide. What you do/study does as much influence you as where you call home.
Once again I pull from my varied experiences with men for another chapter of the Manguide. What you do/study does as much influence you as where you call home.
An email conversation IdeaSmith writes:Re: Sleep deprivation affects performance Hmph….I so wish the powers that be would believe in this. Fresh update:The trip is off. Z isn’t taking my calls. Everyone in the office is out for lunch while I await an angry client’s call. I have a stomach upset….
Men are seriously amusing. So brilliant in some areas and in some other areas, unbelievably….shall I say the word? I mean, I’ve been writing this blog for a long time now. It’s almost as popular as my ‘main blog’ (with none of the effort I put in there) and my…
I never learnt how to be a girlfriend. I don’t like being a girlfriend.
A guy I know, takes great pleasure in explaining to me, why he’s sooo thrilled to be a bachelor. According to him, if he were married, he’d have to put up with frequent calls from his wife complaining about the bai/her boss (depending on whether she’s a working wife or…
Discover the discomfort of being stared at through the eyes of a woman. Bird watching doesn’t feel like a compliment. I turn the tables on the watchers.
My best friend got married last week. That deserves a post. But I can’t think of anything meaningful to say. I’ll miss her. She’s not leaving me. But people change after marriage. She won’t. Even if she does, I’ll still love her. Does she know that? She knows everything. Is…
Cross-posted on IFSHA here. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ What is the oldest stereotype in the world?The one every single human being on the planet is subjected to. Across countries, continents, cultures, religions and races. Its the first meaningful proclamation made to world about our existance. “Congratulations, you have a son!”or“Its a girl!” I’ll…
He held the door open for me and stood aside.
“Hmm, chivalry, huh?”
I smiled.
He said,
“I thought you said that chivalry died with the 60s?”
“No”
I said,
“Chivalry dies with sex.”
Rude, rude, so very rude of me. But I felt I had to be flippant to cover up my embarrassment at not knowing how to behave in an archaic social ritual like that.
Choice. That’s a good word. The key word for my generation of women. But is being Superwomen all that it’s cut out to be?