I am a writer. I have been a writer since age eight, when I penned a dramatic tale about a girl who gets asked to the prom by the school bully. He turns out to be really nice, and they end up getting married. It was daring, featured some witty dialogue, and suggested an attraction to bad boys that never played out in real life. It also suggested something else—my classic, boring, old-fashioned interest in getting married and living happily ever after, in that order. Keep reading »
What do you do when one of the things you used to like about yourself the most, looking back, becomes one of the things that you like about yourself the least?
From as young as I can remember, a rocket ship of ambition propelled me forward in all that I did. I didn’t — and still don’t — have a wide variety of interests, because writing was where I excelled. I threw everything into it. My parents, of course, fanned the flames of this. They loved having a daughter who made them proud.
And I loved getting some attention. My older brother Eliot*, his bipolar disorder and his drug and alcohol addictions, consumed most of my parents’ energy and nearly all of their attention. I wrote a poem when I was 13 or 14 that I can remember to this day because it still applies to my life sometimes. It was called “Measuring Cups” and it was about parents struggling to measure out love and attention equally amongst their children, but failing. When I was that young, the best way I could find attention, short of developing a heroin addiction myself, was to impress my parents with awards and articles and prizes and accolades. There was no confusion about this lifestyle, no hard choices to make. All I had to do was whatever made me look the best. Keep reading »
I would not be blogging about the various and amusing differences between dudes and chicks for fun and profit if it were not for a boss who dressed like she was ready to hit a late-’90s girl power soft rock music festival at a moment’s notice.
When I moved to New York 15 years ago, I was lucky to find any work. I had no connections, no money, and no marketable skills. I had a degree in playwriting which qualified me to brood. I was too sweaty to wait tables, too goofy to work in sales, and when the temp agency put me in front of a computer, I looked like a monkey with a Rubik’s cube. I tied my only tie with all of the grace of a hangman. That tie was baboon ass red. Keep reading »
Earlier this week, Forbes.com’s blogger Susannah Breslin — who used to be one of The Frisky’s own! — wrote a piece called “How to Get a Job If You’re a Twentysomething Woman,” after a reader named Frances asked her for advice on the topic. Susannah’s first bit of advice — and the one that has garnered a whole boatload of varied reactions — was “be attractive.” Keep reading »
As long as I can remember, I haven’t liked change. I preferred to be unhappy or uncomfortable in routine rather than try something new because I was scared or didn’t know the outcome.
In 2009, after two years in non-profit media, rather than look for something new that put my journalism degree to use, I jumped at the chance of a promotion within the company.
Fast forward to 2011, and I was deeply unhappy with my position in Development. Keep reading »
Should your significant other leave his or her work issues at the office, or should there be space for it at home? And at what point is too involved in his or her work life? The Gloss‘ Jennifer Wright and The Grindstone’s Amanda Chatel discuss, as well as address the fundamental flaws about the TV series “Lassie.” Keep reading »
I’ve been a full-time freelancer for over a year. It’s been the most stimulating, character-building, nail-bitingly stressful experience of my professional life. And people love to talk about it.
I think it helps that I’m a writer. People who romanticize writing — about 85 percent of New Yorkers — throw around words like “craft” and “muse” and commend me for being brave for pursuing something creative. The other 15% say something stupid, like “Do you make any money?” or “Seriously, how are you paying your rent?”
Ugh. Read more… Keep reading »
Not everyone can love, adore, brag endlessly to others about the amazingness of their job. It would be nice if we could, but to quote the great Mick Jagger: “You can’t always get what you want.” However, finding a job you love isn’t a complete impossibility. Sometimes it’s denial and the lies we tell ourselves that can stand the way of reaching that job. So snap out of it! Get with the program of moving on to a job that will satisfy you intellectually, mentally and financially. Remember: ‘Impossible’ is what other people tell themselves.
Here are a few things you don’t want to tell yourself if you want to evolve past that job you hate so much. Read more… Keep reading »