Remember when I expressed a desire to up my high maintenance game? (Yes, seriously)
Well, I have succeeded. Aren’t you proud of me?
I’d like to thank Courtney Forrest and by extension, Jaime Maser, for making me aware of M61 Power Glow Peel, a glycolic and salicylic acid exfoliating peel you apply with a pre-moistened towelette. It smells amazing, but in a natural, no fragrance added way. I’m ready to buy them by the hundred.
I got Botox. My only regret? That I didn’t start sooner.
I even used the Snapchat beauty filter (OK, a lot).
But now I want to start using eye cream. These long trips have me feeling puffy. Any recommendations?
Update: I bought this toner today and will let you know how I like it.
Update #2: I got a sample of this Sunday Riley cream and loved it so much that I plans to save my pennies and buy it. Another sample of this Tata Harper mask was also excellent.
So yeah, I’m doing pretty well on this high maintenance mission.
If you’ve been coming here for a while, you’ll recall that I posted here about how I have no interest in changing my name if I ever get married (seemingly unlikely, right?).
But then I read this article and learned more about the history of women from being discouraged from keeping their own names. I was outraged.
What would be great, in my opinion, is if the NY Times and other publications who announce marriages stopped assuming anyone would change his or names. Mention it if they do as the exception.
[This article came out about a week ago. I sat on this post for a few days, trying to calm down about the subject and word this post in a way that doesn’t offend friends who have chosen to change their names.]
Were you aware of state laws like this? Does this information change how you feel about the issue?
Staci and I met in new employee orientation. She was about to start work as a marketing assistant for the magazine. I would be the newest advertising sales assistant, joining a team of twelve. In the beginning, I envied Staci–the other women (and they were all women) in my position were a few years older than me and I found their existing friendships intimidating.
Plus I looked goofy like this:
Staci and I were the low women on the totem pole, just weeks removed from college graduation.
I am always reading articles and books and tweets and such about how I can Live My Best Life, particularly as a Woman in Business.
In particular, I love to learn about negotiating tactics and career development. I know not to be afraid to ask for what I deserve, but I get tripped up on this: the other side has to be open to hearing me.
There have been times when I have spoken clearly about what I am seeking, only to be labeled “aggressive” and “confident.” What he (and it’s always been a he) meant was “cocky” or “arrogant.” It was not a compliment, I felt sure.
Recently Ellen Pao, interim CEO of Reddit, announced that the company has eliminated salary negotiation from the hiring process in an effort to address the gender wage gap.
Acknowledging this is key. From Pao:
Men negotiate harder than women do and sometimes women get penalized when they do negotiate.
But part of me worries that this is akin to teaching women how to avoid being raped instead of telling men not to rape. Shouldn’t we all just learn that it’s normal to have women ask for what we’re worth?