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Grace Ellen Bailey :
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Grace Bailey writes from the Bronx in New York City.
May 29th, 2004
Out of Grad School, in Search of Gainful Employment

Ah, graduation. The time when a person’s thoughts turn to six-figure salaries and a new wardrobe full of business casual clothes. The time when we leave the cocoon of school and enter the working world. The time to say good-bye to books, papers, and assignments, and hello to cubicles, paychecks, and water coolers.
The problem for me is, even though I’m graduating, I don’t have a job. Yes, I know you were going to ask.
Unemployable, that’s what you areI initially went to graduate school because I felt that, with a B.A. in psychology and a minor in religious studies, I was completely unemployable in the spring of 2002. I was also tired of waiting tables and neither I nor my parents wanted me living…

April 18th, 2004
Home Real and Imagined

My job interview was less than a week away, and I needed shoes. Not only did I need shoes that would make me look responsible, adult, and employable, I also needed shoes that would cover the tattoo on my right foot.
I needed Leighann.
Leighann is one of my best friends, and we moved to New York at the same time. She supported me through such trials as my search for a “Jesus is my homeboy” t-shirt, or last year’s Easter dress hunt that ended in us buying the exact same skirt (though vowing not to wear them at the same time). I knew Leighann would find a solution.
Unfortunately, Leighann now
lives 400 miles away. All I could do was call her for advice on where to look and ask her to pray for me.
It was a cold, rainy…

March 19th, 2004
Does God Really Want Our Catholic Guilt?

I ate meat this past Friday. I didn’t mean to; it just happened.
Abstinence malfunctionI was at lunch with a friend at Evergreen, one of my favorite Chinese restaurants in the city, and I ordered orange-flavored chicken. I ate every bite of the perfectly seasoned, perfectly cooked, perfect combination of sweet and spicy meat. I simply forgot it was Lent.
Okay, so I also ate ice cream on Ash Wednesday. I was in a really bad mood.
My first Lent as a Catholic is off to a fantastic start.
Oh hellThe ice cream thing was on purpose. The meat was an accident. I’m not sure which I feel worse about. Or maybe I should feel guilty about the string of expletives that came out of my mouth upon realizing that I’d eaten…

January 2nd, 2004
The problem with mom getting too candid about sex

A few months back, I had a disturbing conversation with my mother. It went something like this:
Mom: You mean to tell me you’re going to marry someone you haven’t had sex with?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Really?
Me: Yes. I think it’s wrong. And I really don’t want to be having this conversation with you, Mother.
Mom: Well, I don’t want to be havingit either.
Silence. Silence. Silence.
Mom: But you are going to have some sex, right?

This was the point where I would normally leave the room horrified and with my face about 1,000 shades of red. Unfortunately, we were in the car, and it took another 20 minutes of uncomfortable silence to get back home.
I’m not sure I’ve completely recovered…

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