From How to Deal With Nasty People by Jay Carter I read this excerpt from a book a few years back, recalled it today, and decided to share. I sincerely hope it helps someone who’s experienced similar situations and wants to learn how to improve the outcome for these scenarios. BTW::: It works on...
Now, I don’t have a problem with women selling sex or capitalizing off their sexuality or accepting monetary gain for being depicted nude or whatever. Unfortunately, that’s a door that once opened, is difficult to close. That’s why if you’re smart or talented in any other way, it’s better to utilize those talents rather...
I’ve said it before. I’ve never lived in a body that wasn’t small or “normal” by society’s standards. And I don’t credit willpower or a workout regimen, I credit good genes. In other words, I got lucky and I’m aware of that. However, I do know what it means to not be considered “normal”...
The Power of Positive Thinking…is not real! (Don’t believe me? Prove me wrong.) If you haven’t noticed by now, a major theme of this blog is this: “It’s not you! You’re not bad/crazy/lazy/ugly/stupid/mean/weird/etc.” If you’re single, it’s not because you are a “bad person,” or “hate men,” or have “negative thoughts,” or “give...
Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson Chapter 1 I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost … I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter 2 I walk down the same street. There...
I try as much as possible to stay away from any kind of sentimentality because that’s not my style. I am not a nice person. (I am kind, but I am not nice). I don’t smile for no reason, I only laugh when it’s funny, and I give when I can if I think...
Forgive me for the title of this post. I know it’s a bit jarring, especially coming from a woman who considers herself to view women as the most beautiful, intelligent, resilient, creatures to walk the earth. Yes, contrary to what’s implied by this blog title, in general, I’m more partial and more sympathetic to...
as appeared in GQ August 2008 Of course I loved her. Isn’t that how all these stories are supposed to begin? She was from Amsterdam, black Dominican mother, white Dutch father. I called her my chabine because that’s what she looked like; only her lips and hair kept from passing completely, from pulling a...
Leave Strongby Kristin Armstrong When I was in the midst of my divorce from Lance and in no mood for inspirational tales, someone told me one anyway about a woman who was hiking along a cliff (brilliant idea, always). She falls—but after tumbling and scraping down the hill, she manages to grab on to...
