Last year, we did a “Best And Worst Careers For Love” survey which highlighted, among other things, that the five worst careers when it comes to finding love are: journalism (ha), business ownership, healthcare, real estate and law. This isn’t terribly surprising given the long hours of these careers, and how long it takes to ascend to the top in all of them.
But according to a new survey from eHarmony, maybe if these work addicts went for the opposite type of profession when it came to scoping out a potential love interest, they’d be happier. In honor of Labor Day, the online dating site looked at communication trends between their users to find out how they were influenced by people’s careers. It turns out that what you do for a living has a big influence on who you hit up online in your off-hours. Here are just a few of the tidbits they found:
1. Female business executives have the highest rate of communication with men who are barbers or hair stylists. Wait … really? I don’t see those two professions dating in real life too much. Maybe the businesswomen need hairstyle advice? Read more…
About a year ago, the ad agency I worked for let me go and while I looked for another job in advertising, I started babysitting to pay the bills. It was somewhat surprising to me how much I liked working as a babysitter: the hours are flexible, the pay is under the table, and you get to tell your co-workers what to do. However, things took an unexpected turn when June arrived and summer vacations began. I had assumed that with the kids being out of school my hours would increase. I was dead wrong; all my babysitting jobs dried up and I began to get desperate. Like, pricing-out-valuables desperate.
I get all of my babysitting gigs from a very well-respected site (that will go unnamed here). I began trolling the website multiple times a day and applying to everything in a 15 mile radius. “Looking for a nanny with infant experience” — hey, I was an infant once! “Must be fluent in Spanish” — dame trabajo ahora! “Must have your own car” — I could probably dig up a vehicle somewhere!
I was frantic, until one day I saw an ad for a nanny position posted by a woman named “Santina.” Keep reading »
Today in Ba-BOOM! news: Yahoo’s newly-appointed CEO Marissa Mayer, former VP of Google, is seven months pregnant. With a baby. Seven months pregnant with a baby and running a huge company. I know, right? Keep reading »
Google has launched a new campaign, Legalize Love, which hopes to end discrimination against homosexuals. At the Global LGBT Workplace Summit on Saturday in London, Google executive Mark Palmer-Edgecumbe introduced the campaign, sharing Google’s goals to “[develop] alliances with local companies and [support] grassroots organizing efforts in [other] countries.” The purpose of the campaign is not about necessarily legalizing gay marriage, but is more focused on supporting LGBQT workers in countries where homosexuality is criminalized. Keep reading »
I have been working in the tech start-up and digital advertising agency worlds for the past six years. These two worlds overlap in a few places—namely social media and the uncertainty of being able to pay their staff in six months. But there is another area where I have seen a commonality so real it has grown from a stereotype to an expectation: the notion that working, all the time—as in 24 hours a day, Christmas Eve and at your kid’s dance recital—is not only normal, but encouraged. Keep reading »
Update: 4p.m. Well, that was quick. State Senator
Mary Marty Golden’s website has canceled the event. I guess you’ll have to learn your feminine wiles elsewhere. [New York Observer]
Please tell me this is a joke. This is a joke, right?
The office of a Republican politician in Brooklyn, New York, will be offering a class for women in his district about “Posture, Deportment, and Feminine Presence.” Ostensibly this is a career development event about etiquette, but the packaging is really, really WTF. Keep reading »
Iconic Fear Of Flying author Erica Jong has publicly criticized Arianna Huffington — who uses the unpaid labor of thousands of bloggers on The Huffington Post — and accused her of “hurting writing as a profession.” A feisty Ms. Jong spoke to The Slant, a journalism blog, about Huffington’s effect on the media biz and, wow-ee, she did not hold back. (Which is precisely why I love her.) Keep reading »
I am going to smack the next idiot who tells me that raising her children full time — by which she really means going to Jivamukti classes and pedicure appointments while the nanny babysits — is her feminist choice.
This is how writer Elizabeth Wurtzel begins a piece on TheAtlantic.com entitled titled “1 Percent Wives Are Helping To Kill Feminism And Make The War On Women Possible.”
You know, subtle.
And it goes downhill from there. Keep reading »
I wasn’t always good at negotiating. As a writer, I was usually just delighted to be getting paid anything at all, so if I was told a freelance rate or a starting salary was standard or set in stone, I took it and I liked it, with the kind of deranged enthusiasm that you only have at the beginning — until a few years ago, when I walked into my boss’ office and quit my job. I didn’t have another full time job lined up; I quit so I could freelance full time.
Suddenly, I had to hustle. I was pitching stories sometimes multiple times a week, and negotiating a rate for each and every one. I wasn’t great at it at first—it was scary to ask for more money even when an assignment clearly called for it. But I did, again and again. Soon, I had it down—I was successfully negotiating for a higher rate more often than I wasn’t, I found a steady freelance gig I could count on for steady cash-flow, and by the end of my second year freelancing, I was raking in more than I had ever made when I had a full time job.
Anyway, so just wanted to share all my good fortune. Hope you guys are good, we should totes get together for a drink sometime, byeeeee.
Oh, wait, you wanted some advice for how you can become a better negotiator too? Sure, I’ve got that.
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The misting of her eyes almost completely distracted me from the words coming out of her mouth. As we stood side by side, overlooking a magnificent skyline view of twinkling skyscrapers, she told me her summer in Manhattan was not what she had been expecting. I knew something was very wrong when my strong-willed, outgoing friend told me this story with tears in her eyes:
“Whoa, what size shoe are you?” her 30-year-old male co-worker asked.
“I’m a size 11. I have pretty big feet,” my 6’1″ friend replied.
“You know what they say about a woman with big feet?”
“A big clit.” Keep reading »