A Day in the Life of Yours Truly

Yesterday my friend Jill sent me a link to this article, which is too annoying to read. It’s “A day in the life of an HSBC exec who wakes up at 5:30 a.m. to work out, always eats green, and studies at Stanford in her free time.” What. Ever.

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7:30 a.m. Faux tennis. (Oh, and she’s credited with ALL the [posed] photos. Not that I’m bitter.)

“On a typical day, she gets up at 5:30 a.m. to meditate, check in with friends and family in different time zones, and play tennis.” She has some liquified kale concoction and then she “walks to work and spends her workday connecting venture-capital firms, technology companies, and new startups.” All in nude-colored stilettos.

After work she takes classes at Stanford, and then drafts proposals for some supposed women’s empowerment organization in Papua New Guinea. At 7:30 p.m. (huh?) she does yoga, and then she cooks dinner with her boyfriend. And then they go for a stroll through the neighborhood, “reflecting upon our key wins and challenges and preparing for the adventures of the next day,” she says.

Makes you want to puke, right? Also, it’s a load of bullpucky. Read More…



FoxNationThe only thing that’s more dangerous than Brett Kavanaugh’s drunken past is the fog that half of our country is in, thanks to Fox News. I’m dubbing it “inFOXication.”

It’s a huge problem. Its mistruths and far-right-wing agenda continually infoxicate swaths of the populace, and then circle back to the Oval Office itself (or the Presidential bedroom, but let’s not go there).

Other than a catchy hashtag, I doubt I’m offering anything new here. But I can’t sleep.

In the wee hours of the morning, I wake up to the feeling of chemicals (cortisol?) coursing through my body, especially my legs. Some of that is normal — the cortisone hormone, produced by the adrenal glands, peaks in the morning to help us wake up. But this partial list of symptoms definitely nails my cortisol overload:

  • depression
  • fatigue
  • back pain
  • weight gain
  • thin skin (dunno if this is literal or metaphoric, but the latter applies to moi)
  • decreased concentration
  • low libido
  • acne (do canker sores count? I had a brutally painful one last week that even made my bottom front teeth hurt)
  • impaired memory (especially short-term memory)
  • insomnia
  • irritability
  • blood sugar dysregulation . . .

I have all but one of those, but I ain’t saying which. Read More…

Advertising Is Garbage

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Part of the Earth Day campaign. (Before I proofread it, obvs.) More below.

So a lot has happened since I was here last. Michael Cohen. Rudy Giuliani. Scott Pruitt’s hearing. Eric Schneiderman’s bitch-slapping. And a porn star’s lawyer who makes more sense than any of ’em.

In better news, California (where I currently am, hanging out with my parents) will now require all new homes to have solar power. I just did a quick search for other good news, but it’s mostly boring stuff. Donald Glover’s (aka Childish Gambino) This Is America video is pretty cool.

Oh, I also did a couple of fun performances. (Here’s one of them.)

And Earth Day happened. Dunno who besides me really cares about that, but I had to get away from my computer, and into the woods . . .


Plant-based hike.

So I went to Queens. Where I “hiked” with two Columbia friends through Forest Park, to the soothing sounds of the Jackie Robinson Parkway, after we’d eaten the vegan quiche I’d made, and pounded a few Bloody Marys around my friend’s kitchen table.

Because it had been a crazy couple’a weeks.

Remember the Earth Day pitch I made to the CEO? (Refresh your memory HERE.)


Plant-based brunch.

Did I mention it was for one of the top ad agencies in the world? Pretty sure I didn’t. When I last wrote about it, the CEO of said ad agency had just referred me to the CFO and the building architecture person (the latter is the one who oversaw getting the place LEED-certified when the agency moved into it; dunno who besides me [and her] cares about that). Public Relations was at the meeting, too. They all loved it.

Then things got a little . . . weird. Read More…