progress, whatever your definition of it, is not inevitable.
Oh God, don't envy me, I have my own pains.
Why does a woman work ten years to change a man's habits and then complain that he's not the man she married?
Sometimes, when you work with mediocre talents, they feel entitled. They act like stars. Genuinely talented people don't.
I’d rather not talk about money. It’s kind of gross.
A large part of me is pure nebbish - plain, dull, uninteresting. There's a more flamboyant part, too. Obviously.