If one is to write a post about the frustrations of feeling not taken seriously in their professional career for superficial reasons, it would be best to not show up that week to a case conference with a professor sporting a teeny hickey on one's neck-- especially when one has one's hair up.
Friday, September 19, 2008
(Okay, it was so teeny that I didn't notice it when getting ready in the morning. But it felt huge due to sheer hypocrisy. I also had to rock the 80s mermaid look due to paranoia for the rest of the day-- "yes, I meant to have all my hair swept over my left shoulder, thanks for asking".)
(So we regressed to teenagers to celebrate our anniversary. Don't judge.)
(So this has also maybe happened before. Don't judge.)