I asked her what she felt most guilty about, and she said: “I can’t say it, because it will make me cry. And I don’t like people to see me cry.” I told her that was fine and changed the subject, but after a few minutes she typed it out on her phone, and handed it to me:
"When I was eleven years old, I got in a fight with my twin brother and told him that he was going to die before me because he had a brain tumor."
"Is he still alive?" I asked.
So much feminist attention is focused on the problem of breaking the glass ceiling and ascending to the highest heights, but not nearly as much on the sticky floor that keeps so many women struggling to make ends meet in low-wage service sector jobs.
That one time I drank a bottle of wine and then got angry at something I read on the internet.
“I work for a trendy fashion retailer. I enjoy wearing a suit. Since I was in college I’ve perused menswear blogs and read menswear books to avoid looking like a goofus, as Jesse Thorn might put it. That’s why I was familiar with most of the guidelines Ms. Wang so confidently asserted were ‘unspoken.’ Every tip in her list article certainly wasn’t unwritten, which she must know, having plagiarized the entire thing.”