As a complete sap, I’ve always found Valentine’s Day annoying: why designate only one day a year to romance? This year, that designated day is under more stress than usual: you can barely imagine splurging on something nice to wear to a dinner out, much less $65 on a few dozen red roses.
Homemade gifts might make you wince, but not all such crafts need be as hokey as the cut-out heart card you made for your mom when you were a kid. We have something you can make in 15 minutes, for under $15, that doesn’t involve a doily or anything else cheesy.
For Valentine’s Day this year, Jason Rodriguez and his fiancée, Robin, are going to eat cake.
Rodriguez and his fiancée are like a lot of couples paring back this year. I polled some Facebook friends to find out what they were doing differently and discovered that a lot of people are staying close to home and finding unique ways to celebrate. Even the library is looking hot (my fiancé and I just got cards – hello free movies).
It’s been a month since my husband Marco’s ex-firm broke up with him. And, like a romantic breakup, it takes time to heal—for us both.
I was on the road to such healing, eating ice cream in the middle of the day, when the doorbell rang. I finished a work call and opened the door. It was…
What you need to know today to survive and thrive in the recession.
The Recession. Isn’t It Romantic? (NY Times)
Online and offline matchmakers are reporting that dating interest is up, way up. Match.com, for instance, had its strongest fourth quarter in the last seven years.
Lawmakers Pull Few Punches With Bank Executives (WSJ)
Chief executives at eight banks and securities firms that have gotten $165 billion in federal aid were barraged by U.S. lawmakers, who showed little patience for a charm offensive aimed at defusing ire over pay and lending.
The Fools on the Hill (Daily Beast)
The CEOs of the major banks may not have looked like captains of the universe yesterday, but the House committee was a major embarrassment as well. Does anyone actually want to solve this crisis?
Last month, I was part of a dynamic duo excited about the prospect of upgrading to a two-bedroom apartment in Park Slope or Hudson Heights where I could have a little more space in which to write and we could start our family. But now, with my husband Marco newly laid off, I’m insta-primary breadwinner.
And here’s the thing. I am a card-carrying, credentialed feminist. I’m equipped to earn, and I do. So it freaks me out, a little, that I’m so freaked out about this sudden shift in our roles.