I do a lot of things in life just in case I get hit by a bus. When I donated my eggs, I was satisfied on some deep evolutionary level that I had passed on my genes. There are some other things I do as a way of paying rent on this planet. More
Last week, Bullish (see Bullish Life: 3 Romantic Mistakes That Young Women Make That Cause Weeping Among The Angels And Kittens) addressed the romantic plight of reader “Betsy Ross” — a plight so sad that lady-kittens wept tragic rainbow tears that themselves contained tiny kittens, also weeping. More
I teach evening classes to adults, and I often have about 90 students at a time. I remember all their names (at least the names of the students who show up regularly).
My first year of teaching, I didn’t. I just gave up: there are 16 of them per class and only one of me, and also a lot of them are named “Iftikhar” and “Joo-Eun.”
Once, I forgot a student’s name, and he said, “It’s John. John. Like a toilet.” And that made me sad. And I did indeed think of a toilet every time I called on him. This is not how John or I want to live.
There are some very good ways to remember names. More
Bullish and Bullish Life have been a major part of The Gloss, and with Jen Dziura on vacation this week (and subsequently The Gloss going Bullish-less until she gets back), we’ve decided to put together a top ten list of the best posts she has contributed to the website. More
As much as I love alliteration, here are two words that really shouldn’t go together, at least in the same day: “breakup” and “biopsy.”
The last couple of weeks of my life have been difficult, but that turned into, I think, a helpful column last week: Bullish: Responding to Disappointment with Awesomeness (and also Bullish Life: Sometimes Itâ€™s Best Just to Not Think About It). And maybe it’ll turn into a helpful column today. More
Jennifer Dziura writes life coaching advice every Tuesday here on TheGloss, and career coaching advice Fridays on TheGrindstone. If you grew up with stereotypical dad — one who said “okey dokey” all too often — then he probably had some … More
As an introvert, I sometimes have to explain to people that I do not want to drink coffee with them, because I can only drink so many cups of coffee in a day, and coffee is for both pleasure and … More
It’s summer, when everyone gets lazy and begins asking the sometimes unintentionally infuriating question, “Are you getting out of the city?” If you’re twenty-five and broke, well, no, probably not. And, no, you don’t want to contribute to a summer … More
A Bullish reader recently emailed me about, among other things, the bad relationship she can’t seem to get out of: I’m in a relationship with someone I’m not happy with. I feel like not leaving him is helping him. He … More
You know people who end everything they say with question marks? As in, “My name is Leah? I’m happy to meet you? I’m an expert in social media?” More
Ever since I first figured out how a screwdriver works (you don’t necessarily need to drill holes first — you can screw stuff straight into drywall!), it has occurred to me that there are plenty of really easy things that men are “better” at for absolutely no good reason.
Do you think it’s rude to talk about money? More
Guess what day it is? Friday. Guess what day this column was supposed to be turned in? Thursday. More
There are a lot of things that were pretty hard to do before the Internet. For instance, meet a lot of people who have the same obscure disease or sexual fetish as you. Or get detailed directions from a particular address in Dover to a particular address in Minneapolis. Or find and purchase a song you heard on the radio (but you don’t know who it’s by, and all you remember is that it contains the words “try to find you” and “all the flowers”). More