- I love advil, and I have to get name-brand. I am convinced it is the candy coating that actually makes the pain go away. I’m fine with generic tylenol and aspirin… but advil has to be the named stuff.
- I have decided I hate “women’s events”. Especially when they interrupt the lovely discussion you were having with a colleague you haven’t seen for a while on professional accomplishments to go around the group to talk about a “defining moment” you had in your life. I don’t WANT to share any of my defining moments with people I work with and what’s more I don’t want to hear YOURS. Not if I’m going to be sharing a hallway with you for the next 20-50 years. Especially if you cry while you’re telling them. Double especially if it takes 20 min for you to get to the damn point and it’s past my bedtime. I am going to be unable to go to anymore women’s faculty dinners. EVER. Sisterhood be damned. And flashbacks to swearwording summer camp.
- On a related note. I am very proud of myself. I thought many impolite things but did not say them. A lot of the women in the group apparently still think it’s showing woman-power to say what you think even when doing so isn’t going to help your main objectives. But those women also don’t think these stupid exercises are stupid.
- In case you haven’t noticed, I HATE touchy-feely stuff and I hate having it sprung on me. Exception: sappy bad poetry from my partner. Small children are also exempt for the most part.
- Why is it that women and girls always have to do these stupid touchy-feely getting to know each other’s innermost souls crap and boys don’t? IBTP.
- Also: Long emails sharing even more the next day. Not cool. Especially since there’s no unsubscribe button.
- My mommy’s advice, “Try to see the humor in it.” Now that she mentions it, the entire experience was a lot like something out of one of those mystery novels she reads. You know, the ones about the middle aged toughened professional woman who inadvertently ends up solving a series of murders in her suddenly dangerous small town.
This public service message brought to you by Grumpy Rumblings of the Untenured, who remind you that forcing untenured people to bare their souls with their colleagues unexpectedly at what is supposed to be a casual social dinner or somesuch is a form of ENTRAPMENT.