Hey APW, Hey.
I suddenly realized I had to write this post, which means I had to stop watching “Formation” for like two seconds. (You think I’m joking.) So hey. “FORMATION,” AMIRIGHT? Where were we?
Oh right! I’m so happy to introduce Jareesa Tucker McClure, who is our (paid!) 2016 writing fellow. We had such a strong batch of intern applications this year that they made the job of reading something like 120 essays a joy. We ended up hiring Jareesa, who has been working with APW as a freelancer for awhile now (past work: I Have No Idea How to Have a Happy Marriage). We’re thrilled and delighted to bring her on in a more formalized position, and we even got her this sweatshirt to match the rest of the team. We can’t wait to read more of her work, and we know you guys are in for a real treat as well.
Here’s a little more about our favorite new staffer:
Jareesa’s first (and favorite) word was “why”. Her desire to figure things out led her to a passion for reading adult novels and anything science-related. She graduated from the University of Minnesota with a BS in Chemistry and immediately started a Chemistry PhD at Georgia Tech, where she spent too much time partying and not enough time studying. Jareesa spent the next seven years as a laboratory chemist aka mad scientist, while chronicling her exploits on her personal blog that three other people read. She’s since left the lab, but still loves to figure shit out, learn new things, and scare people with her Walter White-like powers. Her biggest claim to fame is having almost 2,000 followers on Twitter, and also meeting her husband via Twitter (yes, he slid in her DMs). She and her husband live in Minneapolis, where she can be found knitting, tweeting and enjoying the city with her Meetup group.
And with that, links about Formation (and some other stuff), and your open thread.
What it’s really like to have a long-distance marriage.
In WWII, we had federally funded childcare, but since then we’ve gotten rid of it… because the idea of women working is “optional.”
Downloadable Valentine’s coupons that are cute as hell.
Suffragette poems. ’Nuff said.
Meryl Streep sounds a teensy bit racist.
What we can learn from Survival Mom and the “Preppers”?