Travel & Lifestyle Freelance Writer | Market Research Consultant
For the most part, Mike and I felt safe and secure in London. Sure there were a couple of near-misses with oncoming traffic and more than one instinctive clutch of my purse closer to my chest, but overall, nothing to fret over.
I guess our most significant close-call so far would be from a couple days ago when I picked up Mike’s passport off of the bedroom floor and casually tossed it over to him … just barely missing the open window leading to the city street three floors below. Oops.
Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream.
I have a beef.
Prepare yourself for another short, feminist rant.
Just read this (Guys, Get Away to Winter Park-Fraser Valley — Area Rich with ‘Mancation’ Ideas) moronic article/press release about “Mancations.”
Really, people?
First of all, their “mancation” ideas include golfing, fly fishing, mountain biking and hiking. These are all activities that either I like or I have close women friends who like … and they’re good at them too, by the way.
Second, “mancation” … what the heck does that even mean? It doesn’t even sound like “vacation”! “Play-cation” works. “Stay-cation” works. But “mancation”?
Criminy!