I hope that whoever is charged with fashion designer L’Wren Scott’s burial packs that dirt on deep. Because in the days since her tragic suicide at the age of 49, the media has done nothing but give Scott reasons to roll over in her grave.
I’m sure you’re well aware of the biggest reason: upon her death, The New York Times tweeted “Mick Jagger’s Girlfriend Found Dead, Official Says.” Scott designed gowns worn by Angelina Jolie and Michelle Obama, modeled for Calvin Klein and Chanel, created lipstick for Lancome, and collaborated with Banana Republic on a collection that sold out. But according to the Times‘ Twitter feed she amounted nothing more than some rock star’s girlfriend.
That’s sexist and irritating enough. But the other story missing here is one that concerns the “rock star girlfriend” angle, too: how everyone’s first assumption was that Mick Jagger was the reason that L’Wren Scott took her own life. Keep reading »
First, let me say that I didn’t watch the Super Bowl for a couple of reasons: 1) I don’t like watching football, even though I’ve tried, and 2) I’ve discovered that it’s the absolute best time to run errands in New York City. No lines! I did, however, see the Go Daddy “I Quit” commercial featuring Gwen, a machine engineer who always dreamed of starting her own puppet business. One hundred million people, including Gwen’s boss Ted, saw her quit her job during the Super Bowl to start PuppetsByGwen.com. “Ciao, baby!” said Gwen, voicing one of her puppets. Keep reading »
“I was just living my truth at that moment. I pressed send and I felt so free,” said Glory, the woman who wrote an “I quit” email that puts Jerry Maguire to shame. On November 6th, the former associate editor at PricewaterhouseCoopers (PwC), gave her notice with a no bullshit, hashtag-staurated, advice-giving, Beyonce worshipping missive that we’ve all dreamed of writing at some point in our lives (but would never have the balls to). Glory did a follow-up interview with Noir CPA that you can listen to here. She says while she’s received a lot of thank yous and accolades on social media, she’s been most shocked by all the racist reactions to her now infamous “I quit” email. When asked if she regrets pushing send, she responded:
“Contrary to public opinion,I didn’t have any emotional attachment to this email. I wasn’t mad or sad. I wasn’t in the moment writing this email. I had been planning to quit since I started…I didn’t quit because of a team, I quit because I genuinely hated the job…No, I don’t have any regrets.”
You can read Glory’s farewell manifesto in all of it’s, well, glory after the jump. Keep reading »
Remember that episode of “Sex and the City” where Carrie got a big advance for her book while her boyfriend, Jack Berger, watched his flounder? He was so jealous of her success! And he didn’t want to be that guy! As much as “SATC” got basically every single thing about relationships wrong, they still managed to kind of nail this one. Sometimes you are dating that guy, and you are that woman. Your career is on the up and up, while he’s either stuck in a job with no mobility, or straight up unemployed.
We live in a time when women are increasingly likely to be the sole breadwinners in their families and, in some career paths, we even get paid as much or more than our male colleagues. Which is awesome. It’s exactly what we wanted.
But it can also cause tension in relationships because, to be honest, we haven’t really collectively agreed on how to deal with the shift; women have been conditioned to behave as if men have more money, more career ambition, and more promise, even as statistics prove that is less and less likely to be the case. Below are some tips for how to deal when you’re blowing up, but the person you’re dating isn’t. Keep reading »
Today, I’m going to go where, if you’re a woman, you’re never supposed to go. And that forbidden zone is to talk about the perils of women at work—and specifically, about that most fearsome of office creatures, the bad female boss. “Gird your loins!” Stanley Tucci warns as his tyrannical female boss, played by Meryl Streep, approaches in “The Devil Wears Prada.” Having survived a veritable parade of bad female bosses, my loins are fully girded.
Aware that I’ll now probably have to enroll in the Witness Protection Program anyway, I’ll just come right out and say it: I’d rather work for a man.
Correction: I’d rather work for a man than a wine-guzzling, insecure, jealous woman who’s more focused on rivalry and one-upmanship, or should I say, one-upwomanship, than in getting any actual work done.Which is to say, almost every woman I’ve ever worked for.
Working my way up to director of PR for a major financial company, I had only one good female boss—an erudite woman who embodied grace and truth and principles. She actually wanted me to succeed and did everything within her power to help me. She left two years after hiring me to go get a master’s degree at Harvard.
Aside from that one lovely exception, I was far more experienced in working for glorious train wrecks. I had the incompetent-because-she-was-young female boss, the boss-who-avoided-direct-communication-like-it–was-Ebola female boss, and the really-just-a-lady–who-lunched-but-wanted-to-be-able-to-say-she-had-a-job female boss. Keep reading »