Archive for November, 2005

Face Time
Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

Ah the wonder of face time at law firms. It’s a universally accepted doctrine, worshipped by all associates with mute recognition. Denial of its existence is the single greatest fib told during that subsidized gong show that is 2L recruiting. Picture the well-scrubbed, eager young law student perched erect on his or her chair during […]

Holiday Dance
Monday, November 28th, 2005

The more members of my generation I meet, the more we seem split into halves - that half who grew up with a sense of unlimited security, a perpetual certainty that bad things did not simply happen, worlds didn’t crumble for no reason; and then the children of divorce. The latter encompasses the casualties of […]

Worry
Monday, November 21st, 2005

It’s Sunday evening, that set of painful hours when all semblance of relaxation fades and my brain busies itself pre-consuming the stresses and pressures of the week. That draft for X Partner that I should have proofread this weekend and didn’t, the research assignment for Y Associate filled with caselaw that apparently doesn’t exist, the […]

Genderbends
Thursday, November 17th, 2005

Home at last from a long day at work, I enter the claustrophobic warmth of my apartment, extricate my feet from their uncomfortable shoe prison, toss the business casual uniform unceremoniously on the floor, collapse on the couch as Cat urgently kneads my still-churning stomach with her paws. After a few minutes of stolen downtime, […]

Dropping Out
Wednesday, November 16th, 2005

“She’s not coming back? Well there’s one huge fucking shock.”
M takes an emphatic swig from his $8 imported beer and shakes his head. We’re perched on splintery bar stools, shouting over the din of Thursday night happy hour. He called my desk an hour earlier to inform me the legal universe had miraculously aligned such […]

Natural Habitat
Saturday, November 12th, 2005

“Sweetie, what the hell is this?”
I’m crouched on the floor of Boyfriend’s bedroom, surrounded by pyramids of clothing. It’s Saturday afternoon, two weeks and counting until the official start of Project Cohabitation, and for the first time in our relationship I’m excavating the anthropological site that is his closet. We’re moving in together, it’s official, […]

Loose Ends
Wednesday, November 9th, 2005

Since Sunday’s article, the amount of reader emails has unsurprisingly increased about tenfold. I’m happy to admit, I love hearing from readers - as someone who regularly spews the contents of her life onto the internet, I find nothing more validating than receiving comments, opinions, diatribes, complaints and personal stories of others in response. The […]