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Sometimes, you read a big-ass life-improvement article and realize that, in order to enact its dictates, you’re going to have to write a business plan, or exercise every day, or manifest your dreams. (Every time you try to “manifest your dreams”, a smarter and less superstitious woman beats you at something! And also angels cry. Logic angels.) More »
I do a lot of things in life just in case I get hit by a bus. When I donated my eggs, I was satisfied on some deep evolutionary level that I had passed on my genes. There are some other things I do as a way of paying rent on this planet. More »
I’ve been watching the Occupy Wall Street protests with much interest.
Who, exactly, are the 1%? Apparently, anyone who makes $350,000 a year, although there’s a pretty huge difference between your average anesthesiologist, who can certainly make that much, and someone who gets a several-million-dollar bonus made up entirely of taxpayers’ bailout money that’s been folded into origami swans by children in a Chinese factory. More »
Jennifer Dziura writes life coaching advice every Tuesday here on TheGloss, and career coaching advice Fridays on TheGrindstone.
Today on Facebook, someone I went to middle school with posted a photo of her own daughter — on the first day of middle school. Circle of life! Cue Lion King music! (She must have had that kid back when I was in my sophomore year of college, shaving my head and protesting things like God intended.)
Of course, some of TheGloss’s readers are… More »
I teach evening classes to adults, and I often have about 90 students at a time. I remember all their names (at least the names of the students who show up regularly).
My first year of teaching, I didn’t. I just gave up: there are 16 of them per class and only one of me, and also a lot of them are named “Iftikhar” and “Joo-Eun.”
Once, I forgot a student’s name, and he said, “It’s John. John. Like a toilet.” And that made me sad. And I did indeed think of a toilet every time I called on him. This is not how John or I want to live.
There are some very good ways to remember names. More »
Bullish and Bullish Life have been a major part of The Gloss, and with Jen Dziura on vacation this week (and subsequently The Gloss going Bullish-less until she gets back), we’ve decided to put together a top ten list of the best posts she has contributed to the website. More »
In the past decade, I have coached hundreds of people through standardized tests.
While a few genuinely have panic attacks and require the care of a mental health professional, most just suffer from the sort of fight-or-flight response that two million years of evolution have decided is an appropriate response to heights, snakes, and being asked questions regarding the rate at which a cylindrical tank will empty if it is simultaneously being filled and leaking and also the radius of the tank is the square root of a variable. More »
After last week’s column on making better decisions, I received the following letter from a reader I have renamed Daria (fair warning: the next two readers who write in will hereby be renamed Lisa Simpson and Madeleine Albright). More »
Have you noticed that it’s really hard to buy a rice cooker when hundreds of people on Amazon have very strong opinions about which rice cooker is the best? More »
You know people who end everything they say with question marks? As in, “My name is Leah? I’m happy to meet you? I’m an expert in social media?” More »
Ever since I first figured out how a screwdriver works (you don’t necessarily need to drill holes first — you can screw stuff straight into drywall!), it has occurred to me that there are plenty of really easy things that men are “better” at for absolutely no good reason.
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Do you think it’s rude to talk about money? More »
Guess what day it is? Friday. Guess what day this column was supposed to be turned in? Thursday. More »
I’m always reading that people who have mentors are more successful — and it always make me bristle. More »
There are a lot of things that were pretty hard to do before the Internet. For instance, meet a lot of people who have the same obscure disease or sexual fetish as you. Or get detailed directions from a particular address in Dover to a particular address in Minneapolis. Or find and purchase a song you heard on the radio (but you don’t know who it’s by, and all you remember is that it contains the words “try to find you” and “all the flowers”). More »
Some people are successful just because they’re lucky. Some people are successful due to such a confluence of luck and aptitude that it’s impossible to sort out: Ivanka Trump sounds like a pretty cool lady, but it’s impossible for anyone to know if she would’ve done well if not born a Trump.
While I certainly feel privileged to have been born in a nation with good public schools, impeccable sanitation, and lack of Sharia law, I do like to point out that most of what I talk about in Bullish was learned by me in extremely painful ways: I have declared bankruptcy, I have lived in an East Harlem drug den, I have been an awkward sixteen-year-old who had never shaken hands before.
It’s “I Regret Everything” week here at TheGloss! So, here are some ginormous mistakes I’ve made that you don’t have to!
Sometimes – in a land of magic and rainbows – having a job can feel like being part of a big, happy family. And sometimes, being a freelancer can feel like being a free spirit who only associates with people of her own choosing. (No Wall Street douchebags here in my Bushwick apartment where I silk-screen t-shirts that say “fuck” on them!)
Feelings can really cloud a person’s thinking.
I am writing this column at 1:55 in the morning, drinking a Hoegaarden, before I catch a 10am train to Boston for a 7pm gig. You can take the bus from NYC to Boston for $15, but I paid over $100 for the train (damn you, Amtrak!) because I get a lot done on trains and planes, and four hours on a train will be enough to submit the final chapter of a textbook from my hotel just before heading over to the venue.
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Well, we’ve been in business a year, and you forgot our birthday. That’s cool. That’s cool. We love Molly Ringwald, really counting on Jake Ryan showing up with a cake at this point. Here’s a small sampling of some of our favorite pieces from the past year: More »