Archive | July, 2010

Female Intuition? Women more optimistic about the future than men

Female Intuition? Women more optimistic about the future than men

In a recent poll by Citi, women were found to be more optimistic about the future than men.

It’s not just our sunny disposition, the days of financial ignorance are long gone as women are now the CFO’s of the household. With our purchasing power and financial acumen we are suggesting a new leading economic indicator ‘The Beige Bag” based on women’s intuition.

Out of Africa….Bean There Coffee

Out of Africa….Bean There Coffee

My thanks to my friend Linda from South Africa, I’m now hooked on Bean There Coffee. Single sourced from individual countries and Fair Trade product,  my favorite is the Rwandan Kivu.

Please Tell Us What’s Wrong

Please Tell Us What’s Wrong

This actually came out of a woman’s mouth once: “If you don’t know what’s wrong, I’m certainly not going to tell you.”

In a more calm moment, we’d hope that the utterer of the phrase might see the absurdity of the comment.

We’re simple. We generally want to make you happy. Tell us what’s wrong when we ask. We’re wired to want to fix things…so we’ll probably try to fix it.

Unless it’s outrageous or silly, in which case you’re on your own.

The Triple Markdown

The Triple Markdown

Who doesn’t love a good sale? In my group of friends, the first 30 minutes (or more) of our regular Friday happy hour consists of admiring shoes, handbags, and discussing who got what on sale that week, like hunters showing off their quarry….

Happy 4 Month Anniversary…Can we talk?

Happy 4 Month Anniversary…Can we talk?

There is little that makes our blood run as cold as the topic of an X-month anniversary of dating where X is not a multiple of 12. Why?

Foodie Faves: Vosges Haut Chocolat

Foodie Faves: Vosges Haut Chocolat

Yeah, this was too easy. What girl does not like Chocolate?

Love is…

Love is…

Love… the cursed four letter word. Makes me do crazy things, like fall off the bike on a recent date while bragging about how athletic I am (still have scars to prove it.) Or cram myself, sausage-like, into the most uncomfortable, hot, sweaty, spandex straitjacket (otherwise known as Spanx) in the hopes that the dress I’m wearing brings him to his knees. (You’d have thought we would have gotten over girdle when we starting burning bras…what has happened to us??)

Love seems silly, really. All that hunting, for what? My catch and release record would tire even the most avid fisherman. My dating bruises put a NFL quarterback to shame. If I had that success rate in anything else, I would seriously question my own sanity (already have plenty of material for that.)

Yet I keep at it, like approaching the shoe sale rack with innocent hope that there will be more than three sad and lonely size 11s waiting to be adopted (meanwhile, the size 8 rack always seems to be overflowing in abundance.)

Bra Toss

Bra Toss

Can’t part with the your ratty tatty favorite bra after it’s been warped by one too many washings?