The Perils of Unconscious Bias
Not good for perpetrator or victim
I recently went to a 90th birthday party. It was delightful.
It was in a marquee in a garden with a delicious lunch and lashings of Prosecco and myself in a dress and high-heels (I don’t get out much). At the end of the party, the birthday girl gave a speech in which she recounted her long life.