in BUSINESS WEEK online. PLEASE be ironic.

Apr 06, 2005 05:08

if you are a woman, you need to read this:

http://www.businessweek.com/careers/content/mar2005/ca20050328_1140_ca003.htm

PLEASE TELL ME SHE'S BEING IRONIC. if she is then i love her and i want to work for her...otherwise i wrote a little heatedly just now...


i so hope you're a man to woman T.V., liz ryan, because otherwise i think you've got what some sociologist (hmmm....bell hooks?) might refer to as 'self-hating'....or maybe a woman-hating woman? they do exist you know. do you hate these women because they give you a bad name or because you want to be like them but can't because you really, really want that corner office? maybe if you'd just take a DEEPER look (i know it's hard when, like i said, you've got one eye on that office and one eye, let's hope, checking your makeup and hair so people think you've got it together) you'd see that women are EXPECTED to be beautiful for the photograph and smile for that camera. Do we often see a picture of an socially UGLY woman on the cover of a magazine? probably not. and on the subject of women taking care of children: what about all those incompetent fathers? i know a few. what about all those single mothers? i know more. and for christs sakes, let's not forget the lesbian/gay couples with children---how does THAT dynamic fit in here?
seeing a single father who takes care of his children full time is like seeing an ellusive unicorn. i know they exist (single fathers, not unicorns, although now that you mention it...), but come on, it's more common to see male nurses---oh, snap.

WAY TO GO ON ENFORCING STEREOTYPES!

ladies, especially you working single mothers out there who can't afford a nanny because the PRICK in the corner office makes more money than you with his finger up his ass selling a few stocks here and there and getting internet porn in his office email after going through some menial training program at the university of phoenix, whilst you answer his bloody phone, and sugar his coffee because he can't do it for himself, with a BA from a REAL university in...whatever; please go tell ms. ryan it's not all about her. oh and while you're at it, before you quit your retirement-track glass ceiling job to make a living off of pine-cone ornaments you saw on martha stewart living, please be sure to congratulate ms. ryan on finally getting that corner job for writing something so absurd to up her readership. the mail room must have been very stuffy for her.

i hope she's being ironic. someone tell me she's being brilliantly sarcastic so i don't need to send her flaming poo in her mailbox.

good morning. i'm writing a thesis. red bull is my friend. post me a poem?

in other news: HAPPY 50/25 to the ladies in my life: mom, sisters. good times, wish i were there. *plays the beatles*
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