Hepzibah was a nickname given to me by my great-grandmother. Clearly she was not good at picking out nicknames, but I think she meant well. Actually, the lady in the picture reminds me a bit of her, looking fabulous and confused about why she is in a kitchen.
I'm on the job market and haven't gotten any interviews. This made me anxious. Sigh. But, as much as I would like to credit my long and unsuccessful job search to my beauty, I think it has more to do with my humanities degree.
Also, I guess this means I should take my photo off of my public twitter profile, where I'm trying to be semi-professional?
On Young Adults
@werewolfbarmitzvah Kudos to you for preparing other future grads. I think it's nearly criminal the way my alma mater glibly implied that it would all work out if we graduated with a "good education" and, say, a classics major. A lot of my very intelligent friends ended up at low paying and poorly managed teaching jobs, and one of my classmates is managing a Wendy's.
@DoilyMadison "and then the entire internet of moms is lactating while doing yoga and growing kale."
The internet! Where people never lie about how awesome they are.
@Serafina And does she wear this look for going out? Weekend hanging out with friends? Pun not intended, but there it is.
So, small-chested ladies, in what situations would you go braless? In case this depends on locale, I'm in Boston. I've done it before but I think I accidentally shocked someone, and I'm trying not to have any more wardrobe malfunctions.
@fusion You should go to the beginner class - you might get lucky and meet someone who also needs a climbing partner. Some gyms also have a belay partner matching service on their website.
I just want to say that I missed this column while it was gone.
Reading this bracket has cursed me! I'd never been accosted by strangers before this week, and now this week random people have shouted,
"Who cut your hair?" (Walking with my SO, so I guess it could have been either of us.)
And, I think today some guy said something really weird like,
"Marching was a hip thing to do in the 70s." Forgive me, I was trying to get home, lock up my house, and get to the airport. I will walk with more decorum in your presence in the future.
Of course, I did just move from the Midwest to Boston. People here seem to be...mouthy. I'm shy, so sticking out on the street enough to draw a comment is my worst nightmare. Make it stop!