My heart goes out to all the brave people who have told their stories of sexual assault and harassment this week.
I haven’t written my own #MeToo story because the last thing I want to hear is “I’m sorry”.
Instead, I want to hear the pronoun ‘she’ used when describing a high potential employee, prominent doctor, savvy business person, brilliant engineer, or influential faith leader.
I want to hear people ask “why?” when there are only 1 or 2 women in the Boardroom.
I want to hear women leaders quoted in graduation speeches.
I want to hear that women were invited to Happy Hour along with the rest of the team. And the next day, I don’t want to hear the boys’ conclusions about who’s hot and who’s not.
I want to hear pushback when someone says — “cry like a girl”, “play like a girl”, or “don’t be a [expletive used by the President]”.
I want to hear about your female colleague, partner, friend that is an equal to you and deserves to be recognized. I don’t want to hear about your daughter or your willingness to wait for the next generation to change things.
I am tired of waiting. I am tired of sorry. I want to hear much, much more.