The place I go to every day this week only exists to manage money of one very rich person and his family.

The whole two beautiful floors of a building in midtown Manhattan full of comfortably-middle class men and women with good educations, nice art on every wall and a well stocked pantry (plus those calling in for training from London so presumably something like this exists there too).

You dont fully grasp what one percenters are until you see something like this.

Fighting for paternity leave is the best Mother’s Day gift a dad can give

If I had the resources, financial and otherwise, I would have loved to do the same thing with my employer

when my time comes as the author of this article.

My company’s policy for Americans is – ten days for women, and zero for men, who must use their annual 15 days allocated for both vacation and sick time to help their wife and to bond with the newborn. Unless, of course, you are everyone else in my team, who is not a citizen of a second rate country like me. All my coworkers, except me, get one year of paternity if they wish – because they are Canadians.

For the record, my old, very American, company (aka the Vampire Squid) had four months parental leave for their US employees – without regard for gender or sexual orientation.

The only reason I ended up here is because of their generously inviting low-level small-time members like me (don’t expect MoMA to do that).
These fancy beautiful mostly young likely healthy people hung out right next door to Bowery Mission, where the homeless line up to the get access to the shelter on the cold and rainy night.
The incongruence felt painful to look at. This is such a rich country. Why should there be so much poverty!!