As I watched the 2016 election results roll in on Tuesday night, I was uneasy. Early results trended Trump. I went to sleep around midnight, feeling nervous, but with so many states too early to call, I had a sliver of hope.
I woke up at 3am, checked my phone, and I froze.
I texted some of my friends who were also awake and in shock. I was shaking. I couldn’t get a deep breath. I’ve only felt this way a few times in my life. My chest was aching, and I was too stunned to cry.
When I look at Donald Trump, I see every man who has sexually assaulted me. Continue reading “2016 Election: Shaken”
I’m at a point in my career where I’m actively working to establish myself as a professional. I work in a field largely dominated by [chauvinist] older men who think it’s perfectly appropriate to call me “sweetie” or speculate about my personal life or ask me to make some more coffee even though that definitely is not part of my job description. It makes me feel like I’m younger than I am. It makes me feel like “the girl who handles that” instead of the woman who is hoping to be the director of the department.
I want to be warm and approachable, but I don’t want to be talked down to. It’s a challenge. I’ve trained my speaking voice to sound deeper and more assertive. I use less exclamation points in emails. You know. I’m so grateful to have so many strong, independent female mentors in my life. At the end of the day, though, women are still paid less, respected less, and taken less seriously compared to our male counterparts. Continue reading “Being a Girl, By a Woman — Guest Blogger!”