This Girl

Does my obsession with the Royal wedding make me less of the educated woman I once thought I was? I think not! We women often talk about the endless search for our own brand of unobtainium--the mysterious work/life balance. Perhaps the answer requires a little escape from both work and life. When one has had a particularly bad day or week or 14.3 minutes, why not partake in a little frivolity to make your problems at least appear frivolous? After a day full of the mental equivalent of shoveling dirt to fill in holes left by the previous shift, I find nothing wrong with plopping on the couch, glass of red in hand and soaking up the culture our forefathers fought so hard to dispel from our shores. Well, Eastern seaboard, at least. Don't think they had ventured too far west as of 1776, but then again, history is not my strong suit. By watching the recap of the Royal wedding, I am reminded of all the dreadful worries that I do not have to worry about. For instance, I think it is safe

I'm an anomaly. I'm a woman, yes. I know this to be true. Just have to trust me on that one. But there is one thing that women are supposed to like that I just cannot stand. I hate the S-word. No, not that S-word. I mean shopping. In my frugal years, I thought I hated shopping because I did not like to spend money on items that I felt were over-priced. Now older and with a more lucrative job, I still don't like to part with money, but there's got to be something more to this. A recent trip to the closest shopping mall, in the midst of the fiery throngs of Suburbia, USA, enlightened my XX mind. And that's chromosomes. Stay focused! I conceded to this recent trip after a fierce negotiation with my husband (we are the married equivalent of a Union Boss and "The Suit"....not sure who's whom), who desperately wanted to go to the Apple store, but did not want to abandon me on our only day off together. Before I go any further, I must say right here and now