By Will

It’s 9.30 in the morning, and I’m sitting down to a greasy breakfast near London’s borough market. I’m on a health kick and I’m supposed to be avoiding foods that can set up camp in my ventricles, but the smell of bacon from the café has sweet talked me into sitting down and ordering a full english. I’ve just picked my friend Paul up from the airport cause he’s visiting me for the weekend. We start catching up over coffee and London rain.

By Trina

In college, I was really busy, pushed myself extremely hard, had a social life and always had a spring in my step. In a typical day (even with minimal caffeine), I could workout, go to several classes, put in a few hours of work and read for lecture the next day. On the weekends, I would frequent the downtown Iowa City watering holes, and I might have enjoyed the occasional 6 AM tailgate. That was then… These days (even with enough caffeine to kill a small animal) I seem to get really tired after doing less, walk a little slower and carry more weight on my shoulders. It is almost as if one year of working has aged me greatly. Maybe it is a combination of working, stress and paying bills all while trying to look fabulous or perhaps it is just adulthood. Has adulthood killed my spark? 24 hit hard, and I’m a little afraid of 25. I just feel…old.

By Will

So I made a number of mistakes last Friday night that led to a nice bout of Saturday uselessness this past weekend. Firstly I reluctantly agreed to go celebrate my birthday with some drinks last night at the local booze trap near work.

My second big mistake was agreeing to continue the night from the pub to the nightclub. I ended up in a Friday night staple - the 80’s nostalgia night in the bowels of a pub in Mayfair. Earlier last week I contorted my spine like a pretzel while sleeping and managed to create some back ache. On Friday night, through the anaesthetic properties of ale, my back felt fine and danced (as I usually dance) using a mixture of stomping, jumping and flailing. Which lead me to last Saturday, where my back is was in spasm and all I could do is lie down and work on my laptop. My back ache caused me to mirror the mobility of a heavily pregnant woman, where I have to roll to the side and support myself on a something when I stand up from sitting down. I’ve reconciled myself to the fact that I should just lie still. Which lead to the inspiration for this post with the really cryptic title - given that my laptop provided me with company for the day, I thought I’d write about some of the cool (and free) software I’ve been using lately.

By Daniel

The sentiment and intent behind the article I posted yesterday was never written to cause offense. I apologize for the poor delivery of the message I wanted to convey. I think the backlash that I experienced on Brazen Careerist became an opportunity to blog about issues that are still relevant today.

It’s not completely fair to say that I mis-represented myself - Those were my words and I pushed the button that made it public to the world. What I can say is that it’s not the complete picture and I hope my thoughts this morning will shed more light onto who I am and where I stand on the topic of women in the work place.

What I’m choosing to address in this article are the differences between us, the question of what’s appropriate, and finally the glass ceiling (women in leadership positions). There are numerous angles that encompass this subject. I’m sure I haven’t thought of every scenario because my frame of reference, and my realm of understanding, is limited to that of a man. This article is very much intended to be an open dialogue.