Hugs can protect stressed people from getting sick.
If you are on Medicaid, and you start calling a list of providers and find that, say, the first three numbers don’t work and the fourth number says “sorry, we’ve stopped participating,” and the fifth number says “we can make you an appointment in two months,” well—you can already see the time and hassle involved.
I got new weightlifting shoes, $220. One shoe says, “go forth and…” and the other shoe says, “…dominate”
A woman opens up the world’s first professional (and platonic) cuddling parlor. It’s in Portland, of course.
The organic spinach costs 70 cents more, and weighs four ounces less. The regular spinach, eaten every week, could make my husband’s cancer come back. Maybe.
LADY ON THE PHONE: Is this Ester?
ME: Yes? Subtext: Unless you have anything stressful to tell me.
Sometimes the Gray Lady does a good deed. I mean, she spends a lot of time preening, and baiting us with the travails of the city’s most obnoxious, narcissistic 22-year-old as he searches for a $3700-a-month apartment big enough to decorate like an Orientalist bordello, complete with a huge oil painting of himself. But sometimes she also manages to help an unfairly fired pregnant woman get her job back:
Ms. Valencia, who earned $8.70 an hour as a potato packer for Fierman in the Bronx, was told by her supervisors in August that she could not continue working unless her doctor gave her a full-duty medical clearance. (Ms. Valencia, who had a miscarriage last year, was told by her doctor that she should work only eight hours a day, no overtime.) Lawyers for Ms. Valencia said the company had violated New York City’s Pregnant Workers Fairness Act, which requires employers to make reasonable accommodations for pregnant workers. Her story was the subject of a Working Life column on Monday.
My god, what employers will try to get away with when they think nobody’s looking. Sadder still is that most of the time, nobody is looking. If you’re working while pregnant, know your rights.
Keep almonds by your computer. What if I don’t like almonds? Also, they’re expensive. STOP TELLING ME TO EAT ALMONDS, unless you feel like subsidizing my almonds, and/or dipping them in chocolate for me.