When no one’s looking, when I’m not on display, when I don’t have to have a genuine looking smile on my face, maintain eye contact, and make my ankle stop jiggling, I love to sprawl. I like to read in bed splayed across the whole of it, free to move my legs anywhere I want to put them. On a sofa, my preferred position is my back flat on the cushions and my legs swung over the arm. At a desk, as I am now, I must set one foot on the seat with my knee poking up from my lap. That’s just the way it is.

We all have our own attitudes towards personal space. Or living space. Nate demands cleanliness, I want to leave my sandals in the living room. But both of us agree, this is our last year in this apartment.

Twice now, after heavy rains, our phone line has gone out. Since our sole jack is behind the fish tank, I became so frustrated yesterday that I moved the tank. I was fed up with whatever leaking or splashing was causing the corrosion in our phone equipment. One thing led to another, and the whole living room had to be arranged. This led to a mild argument (Nate likes furniture not to be moved, and I hadn’t consulted him), and then we thought about it some more. We realized that the problem is not our fish tank. The problem is more likely the house itself. The wall oozes moisture, and we think there’s a leak from somewhere higher up in the wall, so that when it rains very hard, the water comes down and screws up our phone line.

Then there are the ruined floorboards I found, formerly under the sofa. They are moldy and squishy, and well, I know they must be the result of the leak in the shower that was fixed last month.

I have become completely fed up with this house. When we first moved in, it was charming, with its high ceilings, wood moldings, and so forth. Now every day, I find something new wrong: a leak in the shower, disintegrating tiles in the kitchen, circuits that continually pop when I run the microwave.

If there were two incomes, we’d move in a jiffy. As it is, we have to stay here, because it’s cheap. So now, my new motivation to find work is to get out of this house. Because if we stay here much longer, I’ll probably step through the floor into the basement one of these days.

It’s amazing to imagine that a woman can be in serious need of medical attention, but unable to make the decision to go to a hospital. Even an American woman without health insurance can go to an emergency room (but that’s no excuse for our government refusing to create a universal health care plan) and be seen.

I will never be the person at a cocktail party who either sits on the sidelines saying nothing, or blathers on about the same thing over and over again. I have something to talk about with complete strangers on the subway, or a potential donor.

At a Mac showroom, everything is clean lines and minimalism. You don’t have to wade through aisles of options on clunky track shelving as at Best Buy or Microcenter. The staff is easily identifiable my matching t-shirts. And no one pressures you to buy anything; having a conversation with a Mac staffer is like having a conversation with a friend.

Today’s world is all about embracing change, whether it’s the manager learning new languages to expand business on a global scale, or an entrepreneur who invents the next iPod or Kindle.

Not every day is so idyllic. More often, there are days that I can almost feel time slipping through my fingers as I rush from interview to interview, and I feel lost at sea. There are days that I think, wouldn’t it be great if I had a pill that could keep me going? The idea of an internal combustion engine like an amphetamine is truly tempting. But it’s not a solution.

According to Dan Bilefsky, because regular women are allotted more privileges and independence now than they were even twenty years ago, they no longer see becoming a man as a necessary option for autonomy. What is really interesting about this cultural gender switching is that it is based on economics and hierarchy, rather than personal gender choice.

Breaking down the gap in women’s leadership, Donlan unabashedly puts childcare as the top obstacle to women’s leadership advancement. Because women are still perceived as the default parent/caretaker, they must struggle against preconceived notions that they will put children/family ahead of their careers.

I’ve had quite a few calls and emails from recruiters who pick it out and ask me to apply for jobs they have open. At least one has materialized into a frontrunner in my current list. So how does my resume beat the odds? Multiple Outlets.

Would you really want to put a man in charge of the country who fights against women’s reproductive rights and calls them derogatory names? I certainly wouldn’t. And why aren’t more people aware of this misogyny?