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...course, I have not always felt that way. There were times when I was downright miserable. My academic performance plummeted from near-perfect marks as a first-year to Group III. For a time, I found myself withdrawing socially, a situation that even led to an unwanted late-night brush with University Health Services. I pulled out of the slump, thanks to a little luck and a lot of help from friends, mostly from this newspaper and from Kirkland, my adopted House. What surprised me is that no one on an administrative level at Harvard noticed any of these warning...
...need to start asking why the boss isn't a woman and forgetting about the established models that seem carved in stone until women like Sally Ride brush them aside. We need to become the Sally Rides of our own generation, renovating health care and workplace systems tailored to men's life-patterns, not to mention the workplaces themselves. Sally set me wondering, and the process never quite stopped. After all, somebody had to have designed that shuttle bathroom. The why's abound...
...need to start asking why the boss isn't a woman and forgetting about the established models that seem carved in stone until women like Sally Ride brush them aside. We need to become the Sally Rides of our own generation, renovating health care and workplace systems tailored to men's life patterns, not to mention the workplaces themselves. Sally set me wondering, and the process never quite stopped. After all, somebody had to have designed that shuttle bathroom. The why's abound...
...first stop is makeup. A short funky British woman lunges at my face with a powder brush. I instinctively recoil in horror. I don't like to share cosmetic products. I try to protest that my natural complexion is so smooth and vibrant that I don't need makeup. Spice Girl will have none of it and proceeds to plaster my countenance with blush and bacteria...
...first stop is makeup. A short funky British woman lunges at my face with a powder brush. I instinctively recoil in horror. I don't like to share cosmetic products. I try to protest that my natural complexion is so smooth and vibrant that I don't need makeup. Spice Girl will have none of it and proceeds to plaster my countenance with blush and bacteria...