Things aren’t like they were in the ‘90s when your working day entailed being slumped over a steam-driven luminosograph for nineteen hours while your emphysemic factory-boss hurled lumps of coal at you. These days you’re not really working unless you’re taking two phone-calls while writing a blog and coordinating a charity ball for the endangered sea-badger via Palm Pilot. Multitasking is what happens when ADHD grows up and gets a job as a fashion publicist. All I wanted to do was to point out how taking advice on work productivity from multitaskers is like taking relationship advice from a pimp. That’s all. I just made women angry. Please don’t hate me. Your validation is like oxygen to me.