One of the ways I assign my own value is through counting the number of uses I get out of something. For everyday things (I make exceptions for things like, fancy party dress, gifts, etc), $1 = 1 day use. So, the jeans I know will self-destruct after 3 months of near-continuous wear can cost up to $80. A really…

you know what would make these collars better? Bells. A bell collar is the sure sign of an indoor kitty, as you’d be a real asshole to saddle an outdoor cat with an alarm that tips off every bird it tries to eat.

Eh, things change over time. Mine used to be a scaredy-cat, but lately she’s been getting curiouser and curiouser about what happens on the other side of the door.

Yes! And put your cat’s microchip number on the collar. The example they show has three lines, used for street address, city/state, then phone number, but I would replace the city/state with microchip number. After all, how far do you really expect the cat to get?

This is what I feel like those people don’t get—except in the cases of truly ridiculous wealth, most people need both hard work and luck to succeed. Acknowledging the luck doesn’t mean she didn’t work hard, it means acknowledging the people who also worked hard but it didn’t ever get them anywhere.

I was thinking about this last week as my father helped me work on my new house. It doesn’t even have to be directly financial to really make a dent—my husband and I are probably receiving around a $10k value work of free labor this year, and there’s no way we could have bought a house now without it, because any…

I need this coffee cup.

That whole defense adds up to basically “Sorry I was sexist. But what would you have said if while you were in the theater you made sure to attribute every reaction to gender, obviously you also would have reached the same conclusion based on this sexist worldview!”

yeah it would get a company like this in less legal trouble to just fire them without giving a reason, than to keep them on and treat them as a lesser class.

Speaking of doing business with countries with atrocious human rights policies, I was talking to a new friend the other day and discovered that at one of her previous jobs some truly hideous sexism was flying under the banner of client requests. All of their business had shifted to the UAE, and some women had actually…

“At 160-something pounds I have a pretty daughter. At 130-something I’d have a beautiful daughter.”

I went out of town on business for a few days, and feel like I missed something...

Because while I agree with y’all that I want the president to be the smartest guy possible, people want to make sure that the president represents their interests, and the way you make them believe that is by relating to them. If they can’t relate to what the president is saying, they have a hard time believing that…

Oh it’s definitely a situation-specific thing. My husband is in commercial real estate and I went to school for architecture (though I’m doing other sorts of design these days), plus we live in a market with a housing shortage. So this lines up particularly well for us.

That last option is what I’m going for, got a little duplex that the hubs and I are fixing up. It has the added benefits of 1) I can live in it myself, so most of that is money we would’ve been throwing at a landlord anyway and 2) I really like the diversity it brings to my financial life. If the stock market tanks,…

that last piece is such a good insight. I think one of those things that causes the insecure feelings can absolutely be if you tag along one time and get the vibe that one or both wishes you hadn’t. But if it’s all chill when you’re there, there’s no reason to believe it won’t be all chill without you.

You can trust your partner, but frankly I would judge them poorly for knowingly engaging in a friendship that undermines your relationship in that way. They know the ‘friend’ is not genuine, that it makes you hella uncomfortable, so what are they getting out of hanging out with them? Most likely ego validation, which…

I so disagree. I’m married and one of my good friends going back to college (aka before I even met my spouse) is my regular football buddy, and works at another location of my office. Whenever he comes into town of course we go out to lunch or drinks. Likewise, my husband has worked with a girl in his office for years…

That’s what my dad always thinks will happen to me, with my nose and my helixes and anti-tragus and snug. I purposely pull back my hair so that an interviewer can see them all, and to my knowledge it’s never hurt. But I’m in a design field, so people hear accept a certain amount of eccentricity. When I have financial…

This is exactly it—he’s just running away from public response, doesn’t want to face the world knowing everyone thinks he’s an asshole. It doesn’t matter what the school says, what that particular student says, it’s about wanting to hide from that feeling.