RL crushes? I remember those. Crushable men seem to be low to the ground lately. Instead I've been watching terrible Irish films to satisfy my crush on Branson from Downton Abbey.

I used to have a Dave Chappelle crush. Good times, good times.

And I've seen some great commentary about the bullshit packaging -- I think Jessica Valenti called it Sad White Babies with Bad Feminist Moms or something.

lulz.

For women's history month, they chose NASA's Deputy Administrator Lori Garver for the speaker and asked her to talk about work/life balance. Her kids are pretty much nanny raised, and one of the secretaries was complaining that she wasn't exactly balancing her work/life.

And I said, "exactly."

It's just that before, people had absentee fathers who rescheduled birthday parties and sent flowers to recitals when they were working late. You can't run Interscope or NASA or whatever and go to soccer games and be there to tuck a kid in every night.

I feel like an awful feminist. I have no kids, no husband, and therefore no excuses for not running Interscope. So why am I so tired?

I've been having a pain in my chest for like, a week now. I'm semi convinced between that and the fatigue that I am going to have a heart attack. The screwed up part is that I find myself not caring, except for maybe having a heart attack on the freeway and crashing into someone.

I have to say, I've been quite rude more than once in the office today. And it keeps not being Friday? Why is it still not Friday? Fothermucker.

I *finally* drove my car up two floors in the parking lot and paid someone to wash it. When I went to pick it up I remembered I don't know my license plate number. And that I haven't picked up the custom one from the DMV yet.

I just gave the most utterly bullshitty "magic of womanhood rests in our fertile womb..." speech to a co-worker who said that I looked cute and she couldn't look cute because she's four seconds pregnant. And I didn't even puke. She did look at me really funny, though.

Oh, and for the record I am not the one to explain Active Directory to someone in IT. If you don't already know, nothing I can say will help you.

We're like family right?

As long as you don't microwave fish, I will not boil eggs.

Rule or not rule?

There's a very simple rule. When your character is below you (you know more than the character) then it's a comedy. If your character knows more than you, then it's a heroic epic story, superhero movie. It's what I know about the rules. For me it's a rule. If you know exactly what your character knows, it's a drama.

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As long as you don't microwave fish, I will not boil eggs.

I wish my mother remembered I hate eggs. My sister forgot I only have one pec. No one loves me.

I feel like an awful feminist. I have no kids, no husband, and therefore no excuses for not running Interscope. So why am I so tired?

I got seized today with an attack of Holy-Shit-I'm-Turning-41*-What-Have-I-Done-With-My-Life-Oh-That's-Right-NOTHING-I'm-Not-Even-Climbing-The-Corporate-Ladder-I-Have-No-Goals-At-All-Holy-Shit.

I mean, really. People talk about Goals, like, be Vice President of Real Estate for [Name] Hospital before I turn 45, or, Earn Enough To Send My Eight Kids To Dartmouth, and then I think, well, I want to wake up tomorrow. I'd like my hips to stop hurting. I think I'm going to see a matinee of The Avengers tomorrow. And we really need new curtains.

*(I have no idea why this guilt didn't kick in at 40, why it waited until 41. I'm such a slacker. I can't even do guilt right.)

My mother keeps wanting me to have goals. Every time I mention my boss or my manager she asks when I'll have that job.

Good god! No, please don't let that happen to me. That would be horrible.

I pretty much just aim to get paid more, and if I could work out how to do less that would be even better. But being my boss would not help.

I read the Atlantic article earlier today. I thought most of it was yeah, pretty familiar. But I did appreciate the point about generational differences. The Mad Men Gen, the "we can do it all", and today's more "no, you can" generation.

I had heard Hillary Clinton is a great boss and it was nice to see that confirmed.

People talk about Goals, like, be Vice President of Real Estate for [Name] Hospital before I turn 45, or, Earn Enough To Send My Eight Kids To Dartmouth

Not most people.