Category: Generation Meh
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GenMeh celebrates its first birthday today! An entire year of pep talks and pedantry under my belt, who could have predicted it? So, in the interests of self-indulgence, I made a little video* to mark the occasion (it’s out of sync for the first 20 seconds only). I respectfully request that you ignore the bags…
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Imagine 25 people (strangers, even) all staring at you while they throw out words and terms to describe their perceptions of you and then more words and terms for areas you need to work on. And you just have to sit there and absorb it. That was my Sunday. It was challenging. Not because I…
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I know I’m almost 30, but I’m still too young to be a dad. Definitely not old enough for kids. So said the all-American stranger in a polo and khaki shorts to his female companion. I was merely eavesdropping from a discreet distance. Photo by Dianna Narotski 30? Too young? Tell that to Swaziland, where…
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Last week, I stumbled upon an interesting little discussion (with different strands appearing here and there) about the essential nature of blogging for the go-getting, job-seeking twentysomething. I couldn’t resist adding my two cents in one venue. And the response I wrote doesn’t just apply to blogging, it applies to any damn thing people tell…
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You’ve all heard the expression that when all you’ve got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail? Well, the same logic applies to interventions from the universe. When all you want is a sign, potential signs are all that you can see. A song on the radio, an article in the newspaper, a quarter…
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At any given time, I have three or four draft pieces on the go. Some get finished over a day or two, other take longer and sometimes, I’ll shelve an article for weeks until I figure out just the right wording. I’d been working on a piece about the ways in which we fight or…
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Today, we’re putting a new twist on old-school self help. Have you noticed that we don’t often ask ourselves questions, at least not of the exploratory variety. Sure, there’s the rhetorical What am I going to do now? OMG, where are my keys? Why can’t I ever finish a carton of soy milk before it…
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A few months ago, a younger friend asked me what growing up was like, what it felt like to be an adult. I can’t remember exactly what I said, but no doubt it was something facetious and possibly flippant (and most likely I was hanging out in my pajamas when I read her email –…
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Today, I was thinking about a conversation with a friend that took place a couple of months ago. I asked about her job and she remarked that she could see herself staying there for the rest of her career and being fine with it. I remember being completely taken aback. This wasn’t a reflection on…
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This time last week I was frantically attempting to track down my movers in order to reclaim my meager truckload of possessions. Since then, I’ve set up my new apartment, figured out how to use a cordless drill, had coffee with one of my neighbors (and attempted to avert my eyes from his vast collection…
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