My mother called me the most independent person she's ever known.  Not: one of the most independent people, the most independent woman, or the most independent person besides so & so.  And though usually, I would write it off like any other mother-to-child compliment ("Of course you say that, you're my mom!"), I think she's uniquely qualified to ( Read more... )

This morning I made myself pretty.  Hair straightened, a bit of makeup, a flirty shirt that's a bit sheer in the right light (but still work-appropriate).  My mission: charm a Genius into swapping me a free iPhone.  $200 worth of charm, to be specific.  I told my friends this, at work, and they cheered me on.  I began to feel the pressure; what if ( Read more... )