In the spirit of Gender Positive Light Side Fem-Blogging, I'm spending a Sunday getting into the Female A-List : Quiet fascinating. Here's
, plus the original Calvin : even though I bought her first book (once you work in a ad agency the last thing you want to be is idealistic - negative or positive about it : "
is in the top 2000 blogs out of 13 million tracked by Technorati supposedly. It's been a great late night
read (things don't resolve themselves by end of episode and shoes do have to be paid for) : Steph works in an ad agency, has become a big f-blogger, but dating and adsense cheques havent changed her life too much. This is the best paragraph (it had 34 comments) in an hour of reading late Sunday evening :
"I’m on a date. It goes well, the kind of well where he ends up in my lobby, near my mailbox, waiting because I’ve said,
“Oh, before we go up, let me just get my mail.” He offers to hold something. This is nice, being drunk with a male while I fetch the mail. Then a sobering moment will suggest itself, right there beside my college newsletter. Pottery Barn Kids. Posh Tots. HearthSong.
This wasn't a first date. Second. Or third. We were past casual. He'd read the Monarch Notes to my life.
“Um, Stephanie, why do you get children’s catalogs?” He asked causually, because that's what you do when you're past casual. And, as fast as that, I’m sober wondering why I haven’t unsubscribed to both of them. The catalogs and the man.
“Oh, I dunno. Let's think. Maybe 'cause I had an abortion. Wanna ask me anything else?” I know he isn't being mean; he is being a guy. He had forgotten. He smiles, a shoelace dangling from his mouth. He doesn't mention how his foot tastes. Instead, he turns quiet and sober. I know he feels bad. Well so do I. Grab a chair. It seems Pottery Barn Kids makes a lovely mini lullaby chair.
I take his hand and lead him upstairs. He reads me a bedtime story with the light of a nightlight. Not all is lost."
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