Battle of the Sexes & Harassment.

Today I went to see “Battle of the Sexes” and it was great. I love Emma Stone so much.

Unfortunately, although I’d bought a ticket for a seat with no one around it in a theatre that was 2/3’s empty, as the lights dimmed, a disheveled looking male slid into the row and sat next to me. I thought it was weird but whatever, I stayed in my seat. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he kept looking over at me, leaned over to the armrest accompanying my seat once or twice, said something under his breath, and even rubbed his foot up against my leg at one point. I was hugging the opposite side of my seat. Hoping he’d move, or take the hint, or leave? 

I wasn’t sure if all this was in my head or done purposely, so I decided not to take any chances and I got up and started to exit the theatre as soon as the screen went dark so I could be first out the door when the postshow text of ‘where are they now’ finished. I was walking to the back of the theatre and about 10 seconds after I got up, I sensed someone walking behind me. I turned around and it was this person. I stood at the back of the theatre and glared at him until he exited.

I was looking over my shoulder and all around as I left the theatre 5 minutes later. I’m pretty sure I saw him looking at me as he rode away on his bike when I exited, going the opposite way luckily. So, ladies – anyone – anytime you feel uncomfortable next to some dude at the movies, it’s always better to possibly offend a random stranger you’ll never see again by moving instead of subjecting yourself to that. This was especially ironic given that I was at a movie called “Battle of the Sexes.”

Male population: please stop saying you’re not entitled. Not all of you are entitled, perhaps, but you need to stand up and be a feminist when this shit happens.


5 ways to ooze confidence—and professionalism—on the job

I just finished Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg (she’s my new guru – though of course she doesn’t know it) and I read Well & Good every day, so this was an awesome read!

5 ways to ooze confidence—and professionalism—on the job


My mom asked me the most mind-blowing question last weekend: “So, during the dating process, when do you stop going Dutch?

Wait, what?! So now men are expected to pay not just for the first date, but for all subsequent dates too? Whoa. I was shocked, to say the least. I love my mom very much, but her views are sometimes antiquated when it comes to dating and gender roles.

I’m barely comfortable letting guys buy me a drink (or dinner) on a first date. I’ve also had first dates where we’ve gone Dutch, which is totally fine too.  I didn’t date much this year because I was unemployed and dating is expensive. I don’t ever want to burden someone with the expense of entertaining me. I can entertain myself, thankyouverymuch. This is the 21st century and I’m not looking for a guy to take care of me. I don’t want to feel that indebted to someone.  Marriage isn’t that high on my to-do list for life.

I would love to find someone to be a partner-in-crime, a best friend, confidante, and roomie, but he should never come at me saying something like, “I could totally afford you.” I think I’d literally LOL and show him (or myself) to the door.

(This photo is a piece of art that I saw in Homegoods the other day. I really like it. I might buy it.)