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The Five-Year Plan

“Where do you see yourself in five years?”

I’ve always hated that question. In my illustrious career—and even in the not-so-illustrious parts of it—it’s been posed to me all too frequently. I’ve never been able to come up with an answer, never even had one in my head that I didn’t dare say. Ok, at one very specific point on the trajectory, the answer would have been “Not in hotel management,” but that was only because I was working in hotel management between stints at college. And that was only because I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up.  Read More 
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Man's best friend request

It’s happened to me twice on Facebook, so I’m guessing it’s happened to everyone at least once: the friend request from a dog. In reality, it’s from the dog’s owner or “human,” as the dog refers to him or her. But wait. We all know it’s the actual friend, the dog owner, who pretends the dog calls its owner “my human.” I know, I sound harsh. A dog is not an it, and cannot be owned. As when you accept a friend request from a non-human, I ask you to accept my premise, at least for the duration of this blog entry. Read More 
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Friday's child has to work for a living

Maybe Ann Romney has worked a day in her life, but I’m with Hilary Rosen: “She’s never dealt with the kinds of economic issues that a majority of women in this country are facing, in terms of how do we feed our kids, how do we send them to school, and why do we worry about their future.”

Mrs. Romney might have single-handedly raised her kids and kept the mansions all spiffy and clean, Read More 
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