stuff&things
Jan 18, 2017 · 1 min read

I’m in this super blue city, but I still work with some people who don’t agree (some were Trump supporters, while others would never want to believe themselves to be sexist [but totally ARE]). I’m certainly not shy about my beliefs, but… they’re hardly what I consider to be radical. That is: women are people, black lives matter (too), all children deserve a quality education as part of their constitutional rights, the environment does not just belong to the highest bidder, controlling one’s own bodily autonomy is the most basic and natural of all rights. It’s interesting as my career grows and now I am privy to conversations wherein I’m literally being told that I need to smile more, or that an exec wouldn’t like “having his own wife do that job” — but I don’t think I’d lose my current job because of this. What I fear is much more likely is that I won’t have the opportunities to advance, simply because the old boys at the top wouldn’t want their wives doing the kinds of jobs I want.

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