The hot tub transported us back in time. Bobbing in the bubbles, we were fifteen again, cracking juvenile jokes and busting each others’ chops.
The hot tub transported us back in time. Bobbing in the bubbles, we were fifteen again, cracking juvenile jokes and busting each others’ chops.
Why does my husband like mansplaining to women? Does he simply enjoy hearing himself elucidate? Or, is the reason more offensive? Does he think that we’re less intelligent than men?
“It’s all about attention,” said Marty, when Francis noisily hobbled off to the bathroom. Sensing my frustration, Marty distilled our situation down to one core human motivation – attention seeking.
I’d been offered the opportunity to crew on an offshore sailboat and the safety course was required. If my lifelong dream was to come true, I needed to get over imposter syndrome and get on with it.
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