I cannot tell you how many times my sex appeal has been determined
By my intelligence
Yet, once I talk,
I am ignored.
My intelligence is not yours to fetishsize. 345 more words
You know that GEICO ad where one raccoon insists another should try something awful he just tasted?
Well, I don’t want to be the only one with a bad taste in my ears, so let me share a video a friend (well, she was before she sent me this; thanks a lot, Vicky!) just sent me of Brian Wilson’s rap song, “Smart Girls”: 80 more words
“I’ve been a part of this industry a long time, Megan. You haven’t. Yet you seem to be quite close to some very powerful people,” my male colleague told me over our twice-annual post-work cocktails. 789 more words
When the smart girl starts falling in love, her first instinct is to question her emotions. 1,023 more words