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Open the Door

I thus entitle this: Chivalry

I got to the door at the same moment as a large group of guys. There was sort of a communal hesitation; one moved as if to open the door but recoiled and instead waited awkwardly for me to open it myself.

I was waiting outside my Dean's office. There were three seats in the hall - each occupied by one of my male classmates. I stood waiting for 30 minutes; none of them budged.

He was going back to the buffet to get some dessert. I asked if he'd grab me a glass of water. He said I could get it myself. (I don't think this one is actually a case of forgotten chivalry; this guy was just being a jerk.)

I won't try to enumerate how many times things like this have happened to me -- these episodes all took place last week. And methinks chivalry - and common courtesy - are in trouble. Something's up, and I don't think it's just a lack of good breeding. Let me qualify what I'm about to say with this: I know some guys who have impeccable manners, who go out of their way to be thoughtful and gracious -they open doors, stand-up for ladies, and respectfully explain that they enjoy paying for my meal when they ask me out on a date. They make a concerted effort to be courteous. But in my experience, these boys are the exception. And it's my association with them that makes their companions look so shabby. I believe chivalry is still alive, but - as a friend of mine put it - it's on serious life-support. Guys are consistently opting out of courtesy. I often find myself standing up on public transportation for old ladies long before my male counterparts. Every time this, or something like it, happens, something inside me squirms. I've grown up expecting something else from men, so the general lack of thoughtfulness seems wrong. But it's not fair to judge guys for failing to be polite when they don't really know what being polite is. I think that's the crux of the problem.

Guys don't really know what being polite is anymore. Women send very mixed messages - and boys don't get what we're saying. We want to be perceived as strong and independent, and sometimes that desire seems incompatible with our hope that guys will hold. open. the door. Furthermore, it's not just that we as a gender send inconsistent messages -- girls disagree about the role of chivalry. I'm certainly a fan of more traditional notions of charm and politeness, but some of my girl friends are offended by the suggestion that those qualities should be necessary - or even expected. This often results in boys - sometimes boys who have a natural proclivity towards graciousness - deciding against chivalry...

I guess what I'm trying to say is this:

Guys, don't let the female identity crisis cause you to forget what good behavior and nice manners look like. Bad manners are never attractive. Quite the contrary. Especially in our current culture, having good manners immediately sets you apart - and there are few things sexier than a guy with beautiful manners. (If a girl is offended when you're polite, she probably isn't the type of girl you want to hang out with anyway.)

Ladies, regardless of your views on gender roles, be nice! And don't disparage guys for trying to have good manners. I think women are awesome, brilliant, and super capable. Really. (I spent my teenage years going from one women's leadership conference to the next and was thrilled when I got an internship in Nancy Pelosi's office. I think women are the tops!) But guys holding open the door shouldn't offend our quest for equality or trigger feelings of subjugation. They're just trying to be polite - which is something we could all do a better job of. Next time you feel like telling a guy that you don't need him to open the door for you, try instead to remember to open the door for someone else. Chivalry shouldn't be a one way street. It's really about us all being a little more kind and thoughtful.   

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Posting from Afar




I'm writing from Premal's childhood home in Ahmedabad, Gujarat India. Our flight landed about 5 hours ago (3 AM) local time, but we skipped sleep in favor of stories about baby Premal from his uncle (or "Mama"), drinking tea (cha), and touring the neighborhood. Now, the shops are finally opening, and we have a long list of errands to run before I dissolve into total loopy-ness.

It'll probably be a few weeks before I can post any pictures from our current adventure, but in the meantime, I thought y'all might enjoy a few pictures from our paddle boating excursion this past weekend!















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Get Happy!

I don't know about you, but it always seemed like when one part of my life was difficult, something else was there to compensate. But at the moment, life is thoroughly wonderful. I am so happy. My career is going in directions I never dreamed it could. I am working on projects I find meaningful. I am totally in love. I get along with all my siblings and relatives. I love my friends. To top it all off, Yoni and I take our tandem bike to tango every week and he's getting pretty good. Part of me is afraid to breath, knowing anything could throw  this highly unusual and blissful equilibrium off balance. And the other part of me thinks that's not a bad thing. Too often, when times are good I forget how very good they are because there are always things that go wrong. Unmade beds, disagreements, unkind people, unwanted pounds, there is always something that can be better. But when there is room for gratitude, bask in it. During the scenes when challenges are bit players, savor it. 

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Sweeeeeeet

We had a truly glorious, extra-long Easter weekend. I'm still recovering from all the merriment. Momo and Zen flew in for a surprise visit Friday night. Saturday, we picnicked at the cherry blossom festival with our extended Lantos family in the shadow of a thousand kites. Sunday, we enjoyed church even more than usual, since both Charity and Hettie sang, and that afternoon we trekked to my cousin's lovely new home in Virginia for good food, great company and an epic egg hunt worthy of Grecian myth.

You'd think, come Monday morning, we'd be partied out. 

Nay, my friends. Never. 

Uncle Levi delivered the pièce de résistance: an afternoon at the White House Easter Egg Roll.








It takes a particular sort of good man to escape from a busy job for hula hooping 
and egg dying (in a khaki suit!) with someone else's kids. 
What can I say? My kids are awfully lucky in the Uncle Department.

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Fresh



This is a picture of Momo in 1969, right after she was selected as the Queen of the Anna-bal. She doesn't look much different in this picture than she looks today -- though her clothes make me think a little of an Easter egg. . .

. . . a super hot Easter egg . . .


. . . Marlon Brando sees my mom and is all like:



"Mmmm guuurl, you is one fiiiiine Easter egg."

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EASTER MAGIC!

Most of the T-D family will be in D.C. for Easter this weekend, and I've been toying with the idea of taking the train down to join in their holiday shenaniganery. Unfortunately though, I have so much work to do over the next few days that the probability of my little sojourn actually happening is very small. Harumph.

While I *probably* won't make it to D.C. for Sunday, I've made a list of what I would do and make if I was there:


1. Decorate some eggs using this tutorial

2. Arrange some tiny egg shell bouquets

3. Make an egg tree (this is actually a Tillemann-Dick family tradition & this one is nothing short of spectacular!)

4. Try to recreate this cake. I'm pretty sure it's made of magic.

*Swoon* 

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Bucket list



Premal and I are set to make our big move to Colorado in just under three months.  I still feel rather conflicted about the whole thing, but I’m trying to avoid devoting too much energy to my long list labeled “fears for the near future.”  Instead, I've made a more positive agenda of things to do in D.C. (and surrounding areas) before leaving. Some of the items are classics that I've somehow never gotten around to (i.e. the reading room at the Library of Congress—don’t judge), while others are long shots (dinner at Mini Bar), but most are things I've done a lot, but love so much that I want to be sure to squeeze in a few more memories of them before I’m gone for a good while.

Last night Premal and I tackled one item—a date to Baltimore—on a weeknight-whim. It was one of those evenings when you expect everything to go wrong, but fate surprises you and it all turns out just right. We were both able to get out of work at a decent hour, traffic was a breeze, the play we saw was hilarious, and my favorite college haunt stayed open late just for us. Then we wandered around our old campus gape-mouthed as we ogled the beautiful renovations that have taken place since we bid Hopkins adieu.

It was a quick trip, and I still have a lot of things I’d like to say farewell to in Baltimore before we leave. Yet I won’t be sorry if this is the last memory I make of the place for many, many years.

Sigh, I wonder if saying goodbye, even if it's just for now and not forever,ever gets easier...

Oh, one more thing! The adorable Ms. Jennifer Stagg has a post about us over on her lovely blog withHeart

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