I keep trying to convince my wonderful boyfriend that he’s a feminist simply because he believes that women and men deserve equal respect.
My hope though does occasionally waver … like when he describes the problems surrounding “gender rolls.”
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I keep trying to convince my wonderful boyfriend that he’s a feminist simply because he believes that women and men deserve equal respect.
My hope though does occasionally waver … like when he describes the problems surrounding “gender rolls.”
Which is obviously the reason that though I get most FM channels on my little alarm clock radio, I don’t get NPR.
I woke up to freakin’ “I Will Survive (hey, hey),” while the rest of the world heard that Steve Jobs resigned from Apple.
Though that particular tune might be applicable to the current mindset of journalists everywhere, I feel that actually hearing news upon waking from my slumber would be far more journalistic.
I hate when people near me at the coffee shop are having really interesting conversations … it makes it really hard to focus on my work.
I don’t know what’s worse.
All of the undergraduates who are returning to Boulder, obliviously wandering around campus with ears covered by headphones and eyes glued to their most recent text message …
Or their parents, who can’t drive, don’t know what a bike lane is and make a trip to Target feel like a run-in with an errant mob.
Chilling (well, actually working my buns off) over at Starbucks today, and this dude is totally rocking out on his guitar. It’s pretty awesome.
Makes me think that more people should practice their instruments in public places.
Well, as long as they’re good.
And not asking for money.
I’m sure choosing a company name is difficult. I haven’t ever done this, so I don’t know for sure, but I can commiserate with the folks out there thinking these things up.
Still, I wouldn’t have chosen to brandish the letters “ABMC” across the side of my van (though someone else in Boulder did), even if those were an acronym for my enterprise.
It’s just that those particular letters can be easily misread as “A BM, see!” And no, I don’t want to “see.”