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I've been in the Netherlands for nearly three months now, and I've come to one overwhelming conclusion: Dutch women are not like me. I worry about my career incessantly. I take daily stock of its trajectory and make vicious mental critiques of my endeavors. And I know—based on weekly phone conversations with friends in the United States—that my masochistic drive for success is widely shared among my female friends. Meanwhile, the Dutch women around me take a lackadaisical approach to their careers. They work half days, meet their friends for coffee at 2 p.m., and pity their male colleagues who are stuck in the office all day.
Though the Netherlands is consistently ranked in the top five countries for women, less than 10 percent of women here are employed full-time. And they like it this way.
-- Jessica Olien
I am keeping this one in memory of my old Dutch friend, a little crushy affair, too, though she never did send those panties. They always did strike me as being a more progressive and more sexy people, even if America is not that hard a standard to beat. A little whipping and a little hard loving, what more does a daddy's girl need?
Though the Netherlands is consistently ranked in the top five countries for women, less than 10 percent of women here are employed full-time. And they like it this way.
-- Jessica Olien
I am keeping this one in memory of my old Dutch friend, a little crushy affair, too, though she never did send those panties. They always did strike me as being a more progressive and more sexy people, even if America is not that hard a standard to beat. A little whipping and a little hard loving, what more does a daddy's girl need?
