Can't sleep, the patriarchy is trying to kill me.
- Mary Lambert
At first, being the only woman in really important work meetings was exciting. I'm a feminist, I'd think all proud of myself. I'm making a difference; I'm paving the road; anything these men can at least do just as well, if not better. The stuff I do matters, and I'm a woman doing it- the stuff that matters.
As time went on though, the comments began and continued. It's an uphill battle out there.
Its presence is not only at the place where I make on average per-the-state-of-Utah $0.67 to the man's dollar, despite having the same quantitative amount and better qualitative amounts of experience; despite outputting more accurate and resourceful work; and despite my great personality that makes me a fun human being to do work with and around. No, its presence is not only at work.
It's everywhere. It's suffocating.
And, it's not all about me either.
The worst part though? Is when the patriarchal stereotypes are correct.
*Shudders*
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