I Just Got Ejected for Shaking my Fist at the Patriarchy
I knew what time it was when my email started shutting down
They ejected me without my jacket!
My house keys were in the pocket.
Tossed unceremoniously out into the cold dark Scandinavian afternoon.
I rode the train for free.
I was past caring.
When I changed for the metro I approached an older woman and asked if she could pay for me for three stops.
She didn’t have the right kind of card.
Then I approached the guard and explained my situation to him. I could feel the tears streaming down my face.
He was very kind.
A couple of hours previously, my fellow (unpaid) intern was weeping inconsolably in the stairwell. The director brushed past, photographer in tow.
As he passed down the second flight, I turned and glared at him — and I meant it to sting.
When I got back to my office, I sent him a mail asking why he hadn’t shown the slightest concern for a young weeping woman and copied his superior on the mail.
But that’s not all…
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