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A Feminist’s Internalized Misogyny: Pink is Bullsh*t
I mean, seriously, who wears pink in a board room?
After leaving a teaching career behind, I started the next phase of my life working in land development. There were many meetings with landscape architects, engineers, planners… So many meetings. I was a hard-working, glorified admin.
The only other woman in the room was always my boss. She was strong, fierce, and took no shit. Often, when we had meetings and the men in the room would start discussing things that needed to take place in terms of what we needed to do next, my boss would speak up and ask if we would define who “we” is before “we” became “her.”
After about a year and a half, our company went through some changes. My boss’s boss got promoted and I was hopeful that she would get promoted to his job. She was an amazing mentor and friend who was genuinely interested in my career path. We made a good team.
She did not get the job. The company brought in a man from outside of the company who had no couth and even made a comment about uptight women in the office needing to get laid.
The talk around the office was that my boss was not soft enough. She was too rigid and too much of a hard ass, making her unapproachable. This was a defining moment in my career. What…
