@theotherginger That's the other thing! Pickings, as a single person in her 30s, were slim. Maybe Des Moines is great if you move their with your hipster significant other, but 35 year-old single people beware.
@Sean Robertson@facebook One wonders what, exactly, Ajay learned at Harvard Business School. Or during his time at McKinsey.
@therealjaygatsby You're right, but Iowa is really, really white. I'm really white, and grew up in a similarly really white environment, and when I lived there one of the first things that struck me was just how white it was. It was so culturally homogenous. To me, it was like stepping back in time to a whiter, more middle-class, Wonder Bread-y America. That said, rent was really cheap.
@Daniel Weber To the author: please, please, please file for backpay!! Please, will every employee of this company file for backpay, unpaid overtime, and please deduct all the expenses for the computer and phone on their taxes. (Perhaps the IRS will be interested in this when employees are claiming on these unreimbursed expenses necessary to performing their jobs.)
@erinep Huge refrigerators-- or huge kitchen appliances, in general-- in tiny apartments drive me batty! I'm in New York, and earlier this year I was searching for a modestly priced studio (or 1 bedroom). So many of the listings I saw tried to tart up sad little apartments with ridiculous shiny kitchens. (I saw this primarily in recent renovations in Harlem.) It would have been like living in a walk-in kitchen. Give me functional closets over a refrigerator sized for a 4-person family, moron real estate developers! Another time, in another country, I lived in a perfectly functional small studio that had a small kitchen-- a small refrigerator, with 2 hot plates, and a sink. I bought a small convection oven, and I could pretty much cook anything. Casseroles, cookies, quiche, soups. There was very little my 2 hot plates and little convection oven could not handle. And it's not like I was having a ton of people over in my small space. I wish small American apartments would follow that model, because it is so much more practical to live with.
@sea ermine That's actually why I haven't complained about my heat not yet being on! And I hope no one else in the building complains, either. Because once it's on, it will be ON. I don't pay for heat but I do have to pay the electric bill (i.e., air conditioning).
@ronswansonluva Yes to all of this. I resorted to the boy's section at times for shirts/sweaters, although the sleeves would usually be too short. Instead of making up completely arbitrary numbers-- what on earth does "2" or "12" actually indicate on the female body-- could we maybe have something based on a tangible measurement. I've gained weight and so have no idea what size I am anymore, and the crazy sizing is not helping. Having to take 6 sizes of the same item into a dressing room at once is annoying, and I've walked out in a huff a lot in the last couple of weeks. My patience is at an end when I've tried on 6 pairs of pants and none of them are even remotely right. For pants or skirts, hip size seems to be the most important on me (waist less so). If you put numbers like 42 on a pair of jeans, I'd understand that hey, these are in the right ballpark. Those will fit onto my hips. I won't mistakenly take a 34 and sigh because I can't get the damn thing over my calves. I don't care about the number: I care that things fit and the process of finding the thing that fits does not annoy the hell out of me. (This is why I shop repeatedly at the same few stores, because I understand the sizing. Or I did: I'm now trying to figure out who makes clothes that fit me now.) Nobody sees the size label when it's on me. I have no shame asking a sales associate if they have another size. Just stop changing the sizes willy-nilly and make them understandable.
@Katni In my building in New York, it's steam heat via radiators. There are no thermostats in my apartment, and controlling the temperature is very rudimentary via the nozzle things on the side. Usually it's either too cold or broiling. As of this morning, the heat was not on in my building. I had an apartment in Boston that was also steam heat, and the heat was always cranked to 11, so that even on the coldest of days I left the windows open. That wasn't pleasant, simultaneously sweating and having icy cold gusts of air. One day I came home to work to find my apartment was so hot that an entire package of tea lights had melted. That was fun.
@RiffRandell Yes, to yin and meditation. There are various versions of yin: some are mis-named restorative classes, which really are about getting into comfortable poses, others are really very not (i.e., the poses are not relaxing.) Yin is sometimes described as "moving meditation," and the focus on challenging or physically uncomfortable poses helps center the mind. Overall, it's more mentally challenging, because none of the physical postures are impossible. And, for Mike Dang (or other New York people), I will highly recommend the late-night HOT yin class at Modo yoga downtown. It's Mondays and Wednesdays from 9:30-10:30 pm. The heat is not unbearable (but wear minimal clothing and drink lots of water), and it's not Bikram, so you can drink water when you need. My skin looks great after, from the sweating.
I hope my mom does not read the Billfold because she will try to tell me I should move back to Ohio. Or Atlanta. No, no, no. (Sorry Ohio and Atlanta Billfolders. Those places are not for me.)