The women who flip gender norms and false limitations the bird and live to run successful companies giving “the man” a run for his name.The ones who don’t find their success a compliment just because they have a vagina.My job on this panel is to make this place sound good, so I leave some stuff out. “I think this is a great company for women.” My jaw gently opens on its own. “There’s a woman on my team who had a baby last year.
I could buy myself a superhero costume and devote the rest of my life to vengeance on mansplainers everywhere. They whoop and holler at the screen as though at an actual Chippendale’s.Instead, I round up some girlfriends and we spend hundreds of dollars in a hipster bar, drinking rye Manhattans and eating tapas and talking about the latest crappy, non-gender-blind things that have happened to us in meetings and on business trips and at performance review time. And when we are good and numb we Uber home, thinking Look at all we’ve earned! In the parking lot afterward, one of them says to the others: “Girl time!We have to A baby shower is in progress at the nail parlor.The women who aren’t afraid to tell a man to get the fuck out of her heart if he doesn’t honour her heart.This is for the women who rock combat boots with frilly skirts. The women who hold the people who harass or wrong them with fierce accountability.I’m newly sober and dog-paddling through the booze all around me. Driving home from work, I pass billboard ads for Fluffed Marshmallow Smirnoff and Iced Cake Smirnoff and not just Cinnamon, but Cinnamon Smirnoff. But it also dawns on me that the women are girls (or the flappers).