The first time I met Egon a tree had fallen across the dirt road leading to our house. My then-coworker-and-eventual-husband and I had taken the financially daring plunge of renting a place on a couple of acres in semi-rural Atascadero – me because I was tired of neighbors, him because he wanted a dog. The house was a low-slung ranch style with yellow wood siding and a big stone fireplace, a chipped linoleum kitchen floor, cheap...
I consider myself a feminist and despise sexism, but sometimes an adult game is just an adult game.
Bubble warning: Here There Be Liberal Sentiments. If the thought of drug-testing-free welfare turns you into a frothing rage monkey, you may wish to go elsewhere for today’s light political entertainment.
If there’s a gene for proclivity to exercise, my family doesn’t have it. Give me a choice between a vigorous bike ride and curling up with a book and I’ll take the book every time. I got away with it in my twenties because a heavy backpack and a university built on a steep hill forced a certain amount of exertion. And even in my thirties, when working for a string of start-ups and small consulting companies meant long hours, erratic eating, and lots of calorie-burning stress.