I'm in a good place tonight, so I hope it's okay if I re-rail the thread to people who ARE feminists. I had two of the loveliest imaginable conversations today - both at work - and I feel irrationally almost moved to tears as I'm reflecting upon them on my way home:
Conversation #1 was with a female apprentice. She's 18 and doing three days' worth of work experience with a female executive at the firm as part of our gender diversity program. I have the true privilege of being her assigned female executive.
Had a chat over lunch today and, somewhat randomly, happened upon the subject of feminism. That woman may be 18, but she's got it! The whole thing resulted in a lengthy conversation about our firm's take on gender diversity and my personal take on it in my role as "designated home grown female success story show pony" of the firm. I walked away with a lot of input that I firmly intend to take to my own, exclusively male, higher ups as the authentic voice of our junior female talent. Today was the day when I decided that this woman - barely in terms of adulthood being part of the definition of "woman" I subscribe to g was going to be part of our management team a decade from now. I feel humbled and privileged alike to have such a thoughtful, articulate and unabashedly feminist woman among my list of employees I intend to raise hell for going forward!
Conversation #2 couldn't have been more different if I'd tried and happened during a client's employee's leaving do that attended. Conversation partner was a man about the age of my own parents but from a background similar to my own and is also, technically, a client. Somehow, over a few drinks, we happened upon developments in women's rights both in theory and in practice. The whole thing turned into a conversation that I reminded myself several times I probably shouldn't be having in my professional capacity but enjoyed a lot too much to cut short. It, too, consisted of me being unabashedly and vocally feminist and touching on social, legal and religious topics and this man, who happens to be the same age as my dad, agreeing with me and encouraging me to be a lot more pushy and straightforward.
I managed not to cry because I'm a professional. But what I really meant to ask was:
What happened to men? How come I get to have these conversations with men my father's age and get agreement and encouragement? Have the same conversations with men my own age and manage, after some argument, to get them to agree (I'm 36)? But struggle to impress on my graduate hires, both male and female, that gender roles is a thing and that women get discriminated on the grounds that people make assumptions based on sex? Even though these people know me only as "the boss' boss"?
Long story short: there are feminists out there, still. Or male allies - depending on whether you believe men can be feminists, too (undecided on this one, personally).
I know I'm rambling and I'm sorry. But I do, genuinely, feel humbled and proud in equal measure after today. And I genuinely hope that my high-level account of meeting two unapologetic feminists within just one day - a very young woman and a man old enough to be my dad - gives courage to someone out there somewhere.