I work in a news-related job, but I stopped reading the paper seriously a few years ago. I love a good tabloid, and do read those, but feel like newspapers should have a higher calling. Plus, my life hasn’t been adversely affected by avoiding all the ugly national and international news. And I’m already tired of the Presidential election.
Now, in midlife, I see that the world is still incredibly sexist, and the Democratic primaries proved that it’s more sexist than it is racist.
I’ve never felt held back by gender or that sexism was rampant until recent years in my current job. In fact, a younger woman once told me she thought our company was sexist and I disagreed.
No longer. There are a number of signs, but the most annoying: A colleague is constantly making sexual references about women he dates–but also about clients that he’d like to sleep with.
It’s inappropriate. It’s demeaning. And, I’m sad to say, and can no longer avoid observing, it’s sexist.
Decades ago, Virginia Slims cigarettes slogan said You’ve come a long way, baby!
How far have we really come? I’d rather avoid thinking about that.