The real problem with blocking qualified immigrants from employment is the resulting unannounced visits from my father and the gifts that he bears.

“Did you ever live in Portland? You look like someone I made out with about 15 years ago.”

I offer you a bit of wisdom: bikini baristas and blowjobs are not appropriate topics for work.

I know that these are not the normal feelings that everyone has about mass transit, mostly because that’s what my therapist tells me.

All I know is that I was more willing to FAKE A MISCARRIAGE than go to a store and buy a box of tampons.

Frankly, it never occurred to me that I could be accused of sexual harassment. The request of my employee to “move that box…AND TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!” was simply, awesomely, hilarious.

The only time the assistant director wants to talk to me is when he’s in his Hype Man mode, which means team building, which means wasting time.

Half-truths, sweeping dismissals and blanket assumptions: is this my family legacy?

Sexualizing women at work is fine, but talking about depression is not.