Here in the Silicon Prairie of Chicago, we have the same flavor of tech elitism.
Sally Duros

Chronic age-ism

As a forty-something ex-dot com 1.0 refugee, I often tell friends about my recent foray into a tech job fair at the Merchandise Mart. One of the hot local tech companies (which shall remain un-named) had a booth with all the requisite things you’d expect a millenial to covet: a foosball table, free beer, and cupcakes. When I asked about benefits like flex-time and work from home (I have two young kids), I was met with blank stares. One woman, whom I asked what she does, said matter-of-factly, “I’m the HR manager”. Needless to say, I didn’t apply there.

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