Chicks Mean Business
Normally at 6:30am I go through the same cycle of getting the kids to eat breakfast, finish homework, put their clothes on, brush teeth and referee fights all while I pack their lunches and get dressed for work.
However this morning I had to be in full dress and makeup and out the door by 6:30am to attend a Business Chicks breakfast, leaving my husband in charge of the morning army drill. As I rushed out the door of my building I saw another girl in full work clothes rushing out of the building. I just assumed she was a high powered executive on her way to mergers and acquisitions. Instead we both found ourselves hailing a cab to attend Business Chicks - along with the rest of Sydney.
At what felt like the crack of dawn there were hundreds of women mingling in the hotel lobby before the big breakfast doing the network thing. With my new high powered exec friend by my side we did just that, then planted ourselves at a table of fabulous women.
The purpose of the breakfast is to create a fun environment where women can connect, be entertained and feel good about contributing to the kids' helpline. Our grand entertainment for the morning was a speaker by the name of Dr. Clio Cresswell who wrote a book called Mathematics and Sex. She was a gorgeous woman and it was fascinating seeing things through her eyes. Everything, she said, has a pattern or a formula. Like the number of partners you should have before you settle down, to the likelihood of a successful relationship, all the way to the numbers behind orgasms. For a fleeting moment I was thinking about my single friends and if they should know the theory that sleeping with more and more men doesn't increase their chances of finding Mr. Right but actually decreases. Hmm.
She showed us a few examples of what these formulas looked like and a general sense of why a pattern can be determined. After about three slides, up went the Women's Hormone Equation. As you can imagine it was one line of pure complicated hell. All the women were thinking, how can anyone work out such a thing. After recovering, Clio showed us what the Men's Hormone Equation looked like. It was no one liner. This equation was an entire page. I had to stop myself from ripping it straight off the screen.
Speed dial wasn't even fast enough to get this info to my husband - the man who calls my PMS "permanent menstrual syndrome". He thinks the only time I'm actually normal is during my cycle which is about five days a month. This is a scary thought when you do the math. It means that I'm so called normal for 60 days a year and the other 305 days is completely up in the air. Now I can blame this fact on the Men's Hormone Equation and conclude that it's the blend of the ever changing needs of a woman and the basicness of a man that is so darn complicated.
Orange juice has never tasted so good.
Normally at 6:30am I go through the same cycle of getting the kids to eat breakfast, finish homework, put their clothes on, brush teeth and referee fights all while I pack their lunches and get dressed for work.
However this morning I had to be in full dress and makeup and out the door by 6:30am to attend a Business Chicks breakfast, leaving my husband in charge of the morning army drill. As I rushed out the door of my building I saw another girl in full work clothes rushing out of the building. I just assumed she was a high powered executive on her way to mergers and acquisitions. Instead we both found ourselves hailing a cab to attend Business Chicks - along with the rest of Sydney.
At what felt like the crack of dawn there were hundreds of women mingling in the hotel lobby before the big breakfast doing the network thing. With my new high powered exec friend by my side we did just that, then planted ourselves at a table of fabulous women.
The purpose of the breakfast is to create a fun environment where women can connect, be entertained and feel good about contributing to the kids' helpline. Our grand entertainment for the morning was a speaker by the name of Dr. Clio Cresswell who wrote a book called Mathematics and Sex. She was a gorgeous woman and it was fascinating seeing things through her eyes. Everything, she said, has a pattern or a formula. Like the number of partners you should have before you settle down, to the likelihood of a successful relationship, all the way to the numbers behind orgasms. For a fleeting moment I was thinking about my single friends and if they should know the theory that sleeping with more and more men doesn't increase their chances of finding Mr. Right but actually decreases. Hmm.
She showed us a few examples of what these formulas looked like and a general sense of why a pattern can be determined. After about three slides, up went the Women's Hormone Equation. As you can imagine it was one line of pure complicated hell. All the women were thinking, how can anyone work out such a thing. After recovering, Clio showed us what the Men's Hormone Equation looked like. It was no one liner. This equation was an entire page. I had to stop myself from ripping it straight off the screen.
Speed dial wasn't even fast enough to get this info to my husband - the man who calls my PMS "permanent menstrual syndrome". He thinks the only time I'm actually normal is during my cycle which is about five days a month. This is a scary thought when you do the math. It means that I'm so called normal for 60 days a year and the other 305 days is completely up in the air. Now I can blame this fact on the Men's Hormone Equation and conclude that it's the blend of the ever changing needs of a woman and the basicness of a man that is so darn complicated.
Orange juice has never tasted so good.
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