I remember when I first got married, a friend bought me a book about how to be a good wife. She was being cheeky: it was a well-known fact that my potential wife skills were non-existent. As a single gal, my swanky apartment had a beautiful Smeg oven that still looked brand new; I had a cleaner, as my time was spent focussing on my career or MBA (too busy to clean, darling).
There was no expectation that once I became a wife, I would suddenly turn into a domestic-muffin-making-goddess, least of all from my husband. Continue reading →
Behavior Engineering and programming psychology (Photo credit: HikingArtist.com)
I’m constantly amazed at how I’m really not that good at this life lark, despite 41 years of having a go. It’s not that I think I’m particularly worse at it than other people, I just think most of us don’t really know what we’re doing (well, I don’t think it’s just me).
So when something does click and make sense, I get, well, a little bit over excited. I’m like, woooooohay! I get something! And I’m having one of these moments with beliefs.
About ten years ago I did an NLP training course at work. It was an intensive Continue reading →
English: A photo of an American female’s underarm hair. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As I go through my morning de-fuzzing rituals, I start laughing to myself. I wonder what I would look like au naturel – I mean, how hairy am I? I’m not sure at what age I first fell out with body hair: 14? 15? I guess when I started experimenting with make-up I also became aware of hair, and more significantly, its new status of ‘not welcome here’. Underarm hair and leg hair were the first to go. But at that age I didn’t understand the implications of the act: I was trying to fit in and trying to grow up, and that was more than enough to be dealing with.
As I stepped into the world of boys and sex (no, I am not telling you what age I lost my virginity!) I became aware of the next unwelcome member of the hair possy – the bikini line. Continue reading →