Gah. I would probably love that book. I'm in general, a pretty positive person, but a lot of positive thinking stuff strikes me as so much woo.

From my sister, a local (to her) commercial for the ages [link]

They're not to distract you. It's the difference between sitting anywhere and not doing anything, and sitting there and doing something--it can be comfy and pleasant, or comfy and pleasant and interesting.

Though my lighting is good, and my fairy jasmine bath bombs are about the only scent I can tolerate these days, so I am protective of bathtime.

I'm not a big bath person, not because I don't like them, but because standard bathtubs are uncomfortable. They're too short, so either, most of my legs are out of the water, or I have to hang them over the side. Give me a real soaking tub, and I'm there.

Super Heroic Minimalism.

I dunno, I file baths with other girl-things that I do not get. I genuinely don't find it all that comfy and pleasant. It's a slightly nicer sensation than a hot shower, but only briefly.

Actually, I suppose I'm just not a water person, since I'm not big on beaches/lakes/swimming pools, either. Hm. I hadn't made that connection before.

Super Heroic Minimalism.

Heh. Poor Iron Man.

I always take a book to the bath, but I never read it. If the water's hot enough and the tub is deep enough, I just zone.

My favorite bathtub ever was the one at the Planet Hollywood hotel in Vegas. Huge, deep, soaking tub made of glass. I could practically float in it, it was so deep.

I agree with the first two points but not the third. Employees need to fit into the corporate culture, no matter what that is. In the law firm I worked in, you had to be willing to work 80 hours a week to make partner. They expected you to work late and every weekend. Woo woo or positive upbeat enthusiasm would have gotten you thrown out the door. If you were not serious and work-obsessed, it was not the place for you. If you go to work at a place that wants upbeat, cheery people, don't sign on if you can't be (or fake) it.

And the cancer stuff is even more depressing.

She was spot on with the whole positive attitude, pink stuffed animals, sappy aphorism part, which I found more appalling than some of the treatment. (I yelled profanities at the nice volunteer who tried to give me a pink stuffed bear and asked her if men with prostate cancer got blue stuffed bears.) Ehrenreich unfortunately had a completely erroneous understanding of risks and percentages with regard to treatment.

I, on the other hand, love water. Not swimming. Just wallowing.

There was one tub in a hotel in downtown Chicago with a TV on an extended arm--the tub was long enough to stretch out in and I could watch basketball. It was the heaven.