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On Tuesday, we wear pantsuits


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Here’s a feel-good-Friday story for you: there is a movement afoot among American women to wear pantsuits on Tuesday (election day) as an homage to Hillary.

I’m so into it. 

Also, I go to business school where suits of all kinds are totally normal so no one will even notice.

Who’s with me?

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Sick of hearing about the US presidential election?

Me too. But I assure you, this will cheer you up.

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Why this election feels so deeply personal

Whatever you believe about Hillary Clinton, read this and tell me you would still need to pause before deciding who to vote for.

I’m just at a complete loss here. This election isn’t about policy issues. It’s about basic human decency. 

Don’t boo, vote!


Even if you hate all of the candidates.

Even if you don’t want to drive yourself to the polls on Tuesday.

Even if you’d rather spend the 49 cents on candy instead of postage to mail your ballot in.

Even if you don’t like filling in scantron bubbles because it reminds you of the SATs.

Even if you think elections are rigged.

Even if you are tired (so tired) of what has felt like the longest election cycle ever in the history of America.

Even then.

Vote.

My Election Anxiety


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It’s at an all-time high. I try to avoid social media but it’s everywhere. I don’t know whether it’s worse or better being in Canada right now. I don’t have many fellow Americans to commiserate with and many of the Canadians seem to be more entertained than sympathetic.

It’s so far from entertaining I can’t even begin to explain how awful it feels. I’m not the only one

Today was just a crummy day and I felt like nothing I said was right or useful or clear. And then I made it worse by letting myself get sucked into the vortex of garbage that is the American news (and don’t even get me started on social media) right now.

Ugggh, I never learn my lesson.

That’s all I’ve got for today. I’m going to bed. Wake me when this is all over.

Cranberry Surprise (surprise!)


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Juicy

I attended an impromptu turkey dinner (I know, it was as fabulous as it sounds) at a friend’s place last night and brought this little number. I decided to stray from my grandmother’s traditional cranberry molds to try this super simple version from The New Joys of Jello cookbook and it didn’t disappoint. It was the perfect amount (well, minor dribbling occurred as I wrestled it into the fridge but thought you would enjoy the true-to-life shot) for a 2 1/2 cup mold and just the right texture. It was a hit!

Bidding opens tomorrow for my school’s charity auction and I donated a jello “co-creation” session as a nod to both this very blog and my role on the Business Design Club. Here’s hoping someone bids! I will obviously provide updates if it gets exciting. 

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Candy Corn, a love story


If loving Candy Corn is wrong, then I don’t want to be right. And I know I’m not the only one.

I’m all about eating what you want, when you want. But! Did you know that Candy Corn has no fat, contains less sugar than raisins, and has only 3.57 calories per kernel??

It’s true

 

Cats, because Friday

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I had plans for a longer post today, but instead I offer you some soothing pictures of my cat, Lillian (aka Miss Lilly, aka Big Kitty), dressed as a pumpkin. You’re welcome.

Amplify


Fictional  Leslie Knope  was a GREAT amplifier.Fictional  Leslie Knope  was a GREAT amplifier.

Fictional Leslie Knope was a GREAT amplifier.

This article made a rounds a while back and it was both applauded as a great idea and also bemoaned as a sign of how far we have yet to go to achieve gender equality. 

The idea is that women should “amplify” the voices of other women by repeating (and crediting) what they said. Yes, do this. And men, you too. (amplify women’s voices, I mean.)

You know what else you can do? Amplify women’s contributions in your office, school, or community. Nominate women for awards. Post a shout-out on Facebook. Write an article or blog post. Self-promotion is deeply uncomfortable for most people (Donald Trump a classic exception) but women are especially penalized for anything that hints of ambition or “hey, look at this cool thing I did/am doing.”

Try it. Start with something small. Look for ways to amplify the incredible women you interact with every day. I promise that we will all be better for it. 

I’ll start. Check out this great Medium post by tech entrepreneur and general bad-ass Melinda Jacobs calling out Next Canada, an organization promoting Canadian entrepreneurship and…strippers, apparently.

HBD, HRC


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10 hour day at school but my Hillary t-shirt kept me going.

Happy birthday to the nastiest woman I know.

12 days to go, you got this.