Snowflakes in France

Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing

Month: February, 2010

Scandalous delivery?

My boss is on vacation until next Tuesday, and her boxes are delivered to my desk.

She gets a lot of boxes.

To save space, I figure I should open them for her. But the shipping label on the first one reads: Seduction 7-piece Color Collection.

…maybe I should just leave that one alone.

UPDATE: I looked up the website online and entered the item number. (Stalker-ish, I know) and relief! It’s a make-up kit.

http://www.qvc.com/qic/qvcapp.aspx?view=2&app=detail&params=item^A96870,frames^y,from^se,cm_scid^isrc,cm_ssi^Item:%20A96870&cm_re=PAGE-_-SEARCH-_-A96870

Exciting But Risky

When was the last time you picked up a dictionary and looked up a word?

Actually, I  did this yesterday, but that’s because I have about 70 of them on the shelves of my desk.

I’ve always loved dictionaries. They hold a list of the little pieces that we use to create stories, draft contracts, post LOST DOG signs, talk on the phone.

In the age of Google, dictionaries are a bit constrained.  While language naturally evolves and expands, dictionaries are bound to a certain number of words, of pages.

But I still like dictionaries. And I think I want to help them keep up with language and technology.

Wordnik , among other similar sites, is doing this pretty well, but with a few key problems:

  • Misspelled words
  • Foreign words, which have no definition listed because the site’s definitions are based on English dictionaries
  • Not enough time/staff to keep up with the words

And perhaps the biggest problem with sites like this:

  • No profit

How to make a profit on words in a digital world without overwhelming viewers with advertising? As my boss says, it’s an interesting business problem. Exciting but risky.

I see memoirs, self-help books, philosophy essays on TV shows, and other “infotainment” literature fly through the files on my computer on a regular basis, but the dictionary stuff makes me think the most. Maybe I can save them…

A Girl’s Last Night Out

I just got invited to a friend’s bachelorette party, and my first thought was, does she know about this? Does she even want this?

Because my experience in bachelorette parties involves watching snippets of Bridezillas, where angry brides-to-be go out drinking, yelling at their friends, and inevitably, their fiance enters the scene and punches a guy. Even the toned down versions of that seems somewhat creepy to me  — handing out lingerie and preparing for the wedding night.

Women were having bachelorette parties because men were having bachelor parties. And I couldn’t figure out why that bothered me.

Bachelor parties give men a chance to go out and enjoy their youth and spend time with the guys before they have a wife and children and are not able to do silly, reckless (and fun) things they might have done in their single days.

And it’s fine by me for women to do that too.

But it also gives the groom a chance to celebrate his engagement to a woman he’s in love with at a time when everything is about the bride. And while it is their marriage, society has deemed that the wedding day is hers.

So to those Bridezillas who bitch and whine and moan about every piece of their extravagant weddings just because they can get away with it, because they believe that the wedding is their day more than it is their grooms’, well those grooms deserve a bachelor party. And those brides probably don’t.

But my friend, who has insisted that her wedding be a practical, fun, “messy”, little get-together, and who wants her finance to have as much fun with it as she does. She deserves an awesome bachelorette send-off.