I think we were separated at birth. I’m a lawyer, too, and I’ve read a few of your comments to others on this thread and wow, do we have parallel experiences. Do the male lawyers also get a ticker-tape parade thrown for them in their honor when they loudly proclaim that they are leaving “early” so he can go to little…

As a professional woman, it terrifies me that the men who believe in this lifestyle are some of the ones running businesses. Doesn’t bode well for their female employees.

You nail what so many people are missing. It’s so easy for the husband to slip into the “you handle everything” role, but not back into the “we’re co-parenting/living” role!

You get a financial bonus from your superiors when they like your performance. She shouldn’t get one from you unless you consider yourself her superior or boss. If she is your partner, you don’t pay her, you both share the assets. You’re defending this because you either think of your wife as your assistant/employee…

My feminism doesn’t compel me to uncritically accept every choice a woman makes. Ignoring the structural forces behind these choices and framing everything as an individual decision isn't feminism, it's.... nothing. What do these choices even mean in the absence of a social context?

Wow. You need to move. That’s a pretty uncommon thing in the regular world. Or, at least, the rest of us get our sexism at work. haha. Sigh.

I have not yet read the other comments, but no, that is not a serious question. Yes, these women consent (and probably aggressively compete to obtain these positions). Presumably, they have negotiated a strong prenup so that when their spouse dumps them for a younger trophy, they still have a secure, luxurious…

I would much rather they talked about “real” stuff too. Like, if a date just devolved into an argument over which TV show/sports team/ movie was better. That would be fun (and would probably get more people talking about the show the next day, right?)

These are not “in a bubble” though — and that’s what’s weird. They were basically not well off . . . certainly not like they are now. . . and some of them were even poor at one point in their lives.

I totally get you. I kind of love Stacey London, but at the same time, when I get it into my head to wear like, head-to-toe polka dots or stripes, I think of her saying, “It’s too matchy-matchy!” and I go, “Too bad Ms. London, I do what I want!”

Yes, this. She has some great ideas but, in the end, I feel like all she does is strip women of their individuality all in the name of looking “like a grown up”.

Wow. You sound like an important, dressy lady. I’m at best considered a code monkey. On weekends, I dress nicer because I’m around people or going places. So, it’s either maxis, or hiking clothes. I could cut my wardrobe down to 20 items and still have too much.

I don’t know about you, but I reject all unnecessary luxuries. “Pamper” myself? Piffle. I never eat out; I make all of my own meals from lentils I’ve grown myself. Nice clothing? Some people don’t even HAVE clothing, you heartless yuppie. I make my own dresses out of discarded newspapers I find on the metro. I don’t…

Please tell me she was told to sit the fuck down.

My husband’s ex is like that. She actually flipped out when I bought a book about male puberty at a library sale for my stepson. She also once asked us why he was suddenly taking such long showers; it took both of us staring blankly at her for her to finally get what he was doing in there for so long.

Hey YogaNerdMD, what is the baby’s age?

A photo of my 17 year old got tagged as 84. I think it may be guessing randomly because my kid could legit be a supermodel.

No need to make it up, that’s the beauty! ;-) My other flying lesson-derived comforts:

That’s it exactly. Hitting the middle ground is really the most enjoyable way to go. It gets me off from my butt to see things that have enriched my life and it forces Mme. Liberal to slow down, relax, and not feel obligated to see every single thing in the guide books. When it comes to hotels we mostly look for…

I cry too! Most recently when we hit like 30 minutes of hard turbulence going over the Rockies out of Denver, and before that coming out of Albuquerque, where the inconvenient mountains meant not only a terrifyingly steep climb but ALSO a hard bank. The plane was old and condensation gathered on the overhead panel to…