About once a week, I “work from home,” which really means that I work from a coffee shop near my apartment. It’s a pleasantly balanced crowd — the other young professionals tapping on their laptops give it an “office away from the office” feel, but the parents with strollers and groups gathered around tables remind me I’m in a public space. I get my best work done with a nondescript hum in the background, hence why I rarely work from my actual home in my pajamas. It’s easy — no, ideal — for me to block out low volumes of noise in order to concentrate on my work. In fact, I actually listen to a coffee shop sounds “white noise” audio on loop when I’m at The Frisky’s office.
So it was with great annoyance that last week I had the misfortune to sit next to a woman at my coffee shop WHO TALKED REALLY LOUD LIKE THIS BECAUSE SHE HAD NO SELF-AWARENESS ABOUT THE SOUND OF HER VOICE. Keep reading »
The following is an etiquette question sent to one of my favorite blogs, The Kitchn, from a reader:
A friend just invited me to his home for Thanksgiving dinner — and asked me to pay $50 upfront. I understand that hosting can be expensive and I wouldn’t mind being asked to bring a dish, but asking guests for cash seems incredibly rude. Am I crazy to be a bit miffed? Has anyone else experienced this? If so, how do you handle it? Should I tell my friend that this is not the norm?
Of course you’re not crazy to be miffed! What’s crazy is that people actually do this. Keep reading »
Congratulations, you’re engaged! You’ve decided to combine sock drawers and let someone use the bathroom after you poop for the rest of your life!
Now, I hope your arms aren’t too full because you’re going to spend the next few weeks holding your tongue. Brides- and grooms-to-be, “Congratulations!” or “I’m so happy for you!” is just too hard to say. I am truly sorry. Brace yourselves from some of these doozies instead. Keep reading »
You’d think that it’d be pretty obvious: clipping your nails in a public place, especially a crowded subway car, is a bad idea. Not just a bad idea, but also a very unhygienic one. And yet! People still feel totally comfortable doing things they should probably only ever do in the privacy of their own homes, under the veil of anonymity on public transportation. Some fed-up soul put up this subway etiquette poster reminding commuters that, no, clipping your rotting toenails is not appropriate public transportation behavior. As the sign notes, “it’s crazy that this even has to be mentioned,” and yet, unfortunately, it really does. [Twitter]
Last night, I was lucky enough to have, literally, a front row seat to a concert by the jazz group Jon Batiste and Stay Human. I’m not sure how that happened to little old me, but I’m sure glad it did. The concert was amaaaaazing and it was being filmed for PBS, so you’ll all get to enjoy it sometime soon.
Supposedly there were a couple celebrities in attendance, but the only one I recognized was the hip hop/R&B singer Eve. She’s so stunningly gorgeous in person that it was hard to miss her — especially because she was sitting at the next table. When it came time to leave the venue, my boyfriend, Eve, her handler/PR person/friend, and I shuffled to the elevator at the same time. But the elevator was broken, or something, so we all ended up standing squeezed in close quarters for about 10 minutes. Than, randomly, my boyfriend, who likes to tease me, said rather loudly, “ARE YOU NERVOUS STANDING NEXT TO EVE?!” Keep reading »