Cecily: I hide in my history, and even in my present. And the future has many hiding places too. It’s not a bad thing. In the darkness, I find my dreams.
psychology
Christian, on Brexit.
Christian: This is why Brexit happened. A culture that cannot manage to put hot and cold water into one tap can’t possibly know how to effectively mix their people.
Two friends, on job titles.
Cecily: ‘Regulatory Intelligence Strategy Leader’ sounds like it’d go down well at dinner parties.
Santiago: It doesn’t. People get stuck at “Regulatory”. I never get to the “Intelligence” or the “Leader” part.
Cecily: Take out the “Regulatory” and put it at the end in brackets like this: “Intelligence Strategy Leader (in the regulatory space)”.
Santiago: If I am promoted, I will hire you.
Cecily: You’re already Leader. How could you get more powerful? President? King? Czar? Oligarch?
Santiago: I always loved “Shah”. Exotic tone.
Cecily: “Shah of Regulatory Intelligence Strategy” works. I’m fairly sure nobody is going to think about the Regulatory part if they get the Shah first.
Santiago: I hope they kneel instead, and salute me on top of my camel. It’s 4pm — the hour of delusion.
Cecily: Just one hour till the hour of wine!
Alexander, on Australians.
Alexander: I helped multiple gorgeous Australian men at the boulangerie today. I don’t know how you ever left your motherland. Yours are a wonderful and lust-inspiring people.
Two friends, on escrow.
Cecily: Guess. What.
Alexander: I would not know where to begin. But, given your house hunt, might I be speaking with a woman in escrow?
Alexander, about gluten free.
Alexander: I’d love to try being gluten free at some point, but during this chapter of my life, I’m quite content having an extra three kilos and a perpetual cloud of shame hanging about my head.
Alexander, on life changes.
Alexander: I have begun to eat meat again and stopped recycling; it’s doing wonders for my creative flow.
Two friends, on lipstick.
Cecily: Every one of my white clothes is now ruined thanks to a lipstick that weaselled its way into my washing machine.
Alexander: Was the lipstick at the very least Saint Laurent?
Cecily, on a Lacroix.
Cecily: I’ve met a Lacroix. He has an apartment in Brussels he’s not once slept in.
Alexander, on a life choice.
Alexander: I have abandoned any semblance of social activism for rampant hedonism and romantic individualism, as all my friends said I would.