My Freedom from Your Prayer

I had been planning to write a post on the work that women do, or rather the work we are expected to do. It was to be a commentary on the automatic default, the assumption that certain work is left to women. No discussion, just an assumption that she will do this or that. MyContinue reading “My Freedom from Your Prayer”

Love Among the Cubicles

You’ll swear on a stack of Maxims that she’s the one.  We both know she’s not. She is just another one.  It amazes me that some men still see their workplace as a convenient hunting ground for their next conquest.  They enter the office like a deer hunter creeping into a meadow, rifle cocked andContinue reading “Love Among the Cubicles”

The Copout Compliment

“I can’t believe he said that.” I sat staring back at the Skype message.  I could feel my cheeks getting hot and the tears welling up in my eyes.  I shouldn’t have been surprised.  I hear it all the time from men.  I can see them getting ready to say it, internally I cringe, andContinue reading “The Copout Compliment”

You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby

Virginia Slims superficial nod to women’s liberation in the late 1960s may have been well-intentioned, but it was also naïve and dead wrong. This statement, as a sentiment, is as infuriating as it is trite. The idea that women have been on some journey to prove their own competency is maddening! As if we haveContinue reading “You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby”