Considering my previous life in headhunting and corporate human resources (think of a cross between The Bobs from Office Space and George Clooney in Up in the Air) I get a lot of career counseling calls. I mean, a lot. At least three every week. Most of these calls come from well intentioned yet desperate people attempting to manage some sort of a career transition - just moved to Israel, returning to work after spending time at home with a baby, switching from finance to ma

Every man for himself day n. A day in Working Parent Life when the kids are off, but parents can't possibly tell their clients/bosses that they can't work, since the kids have been off for 8 days, every 2 days. Thus, since both parents are inevitably on deadline, one parent forgets the four year old at preschool. Not "was late to pick up" the four year old. Forgets, until the parents get a call 15 minutes after the place has closed, asking if they intend to retreive their ch

Facebook, my longtime friend, the one I always stick up for, the one I count on for professional networking, referrals and humor, failed me today. I have several friends who have abandoned my beloved Facebook, calling him out as a time-waster, a veritable multi-inning "my genitals are bigger than your genitals" tournament. They claim he conspires to make them feel unworthy. Unproductive. Unpopular. All the un-s. Forever defending him, I spout his positive qualities: he's a br

Originally published in Chicago Now, this piece was a contribution to a series on gender politics and rape culture called 30 Days of Bodyshaming, designed to give a voice to the many different experiences of girls and women. When I moved to Israel 10 years ago (or "ascended to" Israel, as it translates into Hebrew.... conceited much, Israelis?) I was thinking about the salary disparity, the petrifying realization that I had to immerse myself in a foreign language and culture,