2005

I am at a large conference where it is announced that every administrative decision, every consumer product, every public event must from now on include a statement of philosophical implications.

I think there’s my career and leap up, shouting “Outsource to me!”

Everyone stares. I am wearing pantyhose as I should, of course, but no skirt or shoes. My big T-shirt is imprinted with the name of my philosophy company, Stir the Pot, and its logo, a C-shaped swirl as if something white and creamy is being stirred into chocolate.