I had a lovely Sunday morning this past weekend. Radar and I went for a long walk, during which I walked past Park Avenue Coffee. K and J were so kind as to get me a gift certificate to there for my birthday which I haven't used yet, and I didn't have anything on my agenda until Sunday afternoon, so I decided to try it out.
I had already made my own pot of coffee, but I packed myself up with a magazine and book and headed back to PAC for a slice of their gooey butter cake, which has gotten rave reviews all over town. I tried the Triple Chocolate, which was every bit as sweet and tasty as I hoped. However I'm used to gooey butter cake that's a bit deeper and more substantial.
In an effort to savor every bite of my slice, I settled in with my magazine (a Christmas stocking stuffer subscription from E) and read a few pages between tastes. I learned some fun things I have decided to share with you:
Women's salaries as a percentage of men's (according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics):
- Chief executive: 69%
- Doctor: 79%
- College professor: 81%
- Architect: 85%
- Lawyer: 87%
- IT specialist: 106%
I'm happy to see that lawyers, conservative as we are, are not at the bottom of the list. (You can find more such info here.)
In an article about a documentary about Beyonce's life of overachievement (made by Beyonce, though she did not also write the article about the documentary she made about herself), I especially liked this bit from the intro:
"She spent the [Super Bowl] game's halftime show striding around like a Titan, clinching her status as American pop's reigning megastar; her performance inspired more tweets per minute than the half-hour blackout its energy demands were rumored to have cause. That rumor was a metaphor - a treat for anyone who wanted to believe Beyonce's feminine fierceness was so powerful it literally short-circuited the masculine ritual around it."
Mm hmm.
And last but not least, there was a photo of the new Giorgio Armani calfskin purse, priced at $2,280. That's ridiculous, but so is the process that goes into making it. From the caption:
"Each tote is crafted from 120 separate pieces by seven Italian artisans in a three-day process that involves 75 stages of dyeing, welding, galvanizing, hand-stitching, and sanding. A rivet even a fraction of an inch out of place is grounds for scrapping the whole thing and starting over."
At least you know that when you pay for perfection, you're getting it.
This sounds like a perfect weekend day :)
ReplyDeleteIt was pretty awesome! Now I am anxiously awaiting the next issue of my magazine so I can do it again!
ReplyDeleteI've spoken with Radar, and he is quite disturbed that he doesn't receive the same privacy-respecting treatment that humans do. Henceforth, he believes he should be referred to as "R" - just in case dogs learn to read.
ReplyDeleteFair enough, I will refer to him as R the Wonderdog. However, I do feel the need to point out that he uses the public street as a toilet. I'm not sure how concerned about privacy he should be.
ReplyDeleteAnd he uses private toilets as drinking fountains . . .
ReplyDeleteR the Wonderdog is one seriously confused dog as far as privacy goes.
ReplyDeletebut quite normal too.
ReplyDelete[Love you, R the Wonderdog!]
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