This was our first edition of TueNight Live since the “before times” and it was SO good. We saw — and hugged — some of you in person (fully-vaxxed, of… Read More
Pay Me This Last Month's Issue
I am a grown-ass woman. And I was a grown-ass woman a few years back when I received a job offer that thrilled me to no end — but also made me challenge my whole concept of what I’m capable of.
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My frustration with handbags started in the ‘80s. Back then, the “it” bag among the private all-girls schools in the Washington, DC suburbs was this Coach model that practically spat out pens, pencils, and frosted pink Maybelline lipsticks, because Bonnie Cashin was too cheap or lazy to put a zipper under the flap. I still get angry thinking about that purse. It had one job — containing my crap — and it failed miserably.