When I started working at my company, there was something that was very strange for me. It wasn’t the commute, although that was nuts. It wasn’t the automated coffee machine, although that did have its unusual quirks. No, it was the fact in my office, everyone seemed to be nice to you and treat you right.
I kept waiting and waiting for the other shoe to drop. I kept flinching for Boss Lady to say something nasty to me, but there were no gripes coming (save for the “smart women” thing). She would tell me that I was doing a good job, as would the other editors. People would laugh at my jokes. They would listen to my input about projects. Boss Lady and Sprite would have me join them for coffee every morning. The nastiness wasn’t showing.
One night, as I was driving home, I told this to SH. … Read more
Recently, I finally read a book that almost every single one of my friends read and adored: “The Perks of Being a Wallflower.” I enjoyed it tremendously, although it was a little hard to get into at first, because we were watching Charlie grow up, and as we were watching him, his writing, as much as his point of view, was changing. Characters in his world went from being his favorite person to committing heinous acts, and vice versa.
One night, CC called me after having a guy weird out on her after dating him for a month and then having sex with him. She then said, “I don’t know, Amira. I think I’m going back to the old system of not having sex without commitment.”
After a very sexually active 2012, 2013 started with something I hadn’t been accustomed to in a long time: A sexual dry spell.
I had written in the past about selfish behavior being okay in a divorce. But sometimes there is such a thing as being too selfish. And unfortunately for me, I learned it the hard way.
My cousin H just turned 16 years old. She’s the middle child, between two brothers. So when it comes to cool female relatives to look up to, she looks at my sister, cousin and me.