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Girl, wear your high heels
Feb. 7th, 2011 07:22 pmSo the aftermath of the snow non-event here has seen the weather patterns shifting to hell and back and I've had migraines, to various degrees of hellish, since Friday.
I hate the ones that feel like ice picks in your skull. Like the side effects weren't lovely enough.
But I made it through most of the day, lectured well enough (medicated for the onset), got folk started or updated or whatever.
Talked an 18-year-old girl through the first instance of someone implying she'd flirted her way to a higher grade in the basic sciences. But that--you know, drunk boys who are also 18 say shit. What gets me is that I was the third person she spoke to about this, and the first two (best friend and Mom) told her, respectively, that she was adorable, and that it must have been something she did, or wore, or said.
Two years ago, someone had to tell me to stop wearing flats to make my Napoleon complex jerk of an "advisor" feel less threatened by my height.
Do not ever diminish yourself to make other people feel bigger, she said (she being this wacky, Feng Shui neighbor of mine, who spontaneously decided to read my aura or something on the day. You never know who will step up to advise.)
I used to think a lot of modern feminism was people looking for a cause as big as the ones from the past. Now I think the big cause is there, and it only lacks for a name because it is subtle and insidious. No wonder people want to yell; it takes so long to find the words that fit.
I don't know whether to be infinitely sad that these things keep happening, or pleased that I was in this department, my kid's only female professor in the sciences this semester, or, you know, so far. This may be why I stayed in academia, but it's a hard day to look on the bright side (like, literally. I need sunglasses at night.)
I hate the ones that feel like ice picks in your skull. Like the side effects weren't lovely enough.
But I made it through most of the day, lectured well enough (medicated for the onset), got folk started or updated or whatever.
Talked an 18-year-old girl through the first instance of someone implying she'd flirted her way to a higher grade in the basic sciences. But that--you know, drunk boys who are also 18 say shit. What gets me is that I was the third person she spoke to about this, and the first two (best friend and Mom) told her, respectively, that she was adorable, and that it must have been something she did, or wore, or said.
Two years ago, someone had to tell me to stop wearing flats to make my Napoleon complex jerk of an "advisor" feel less threatened by my height.
Do not ever diminish yourself to make other people feel bigger, she said (she being this wacky, Feng Shui neighbor of mine, who spontaneously decided to read my aura or something on the day. You never know who will step up to advise.)
I used to think a lot of modern feminism was people looking for a cause as big as the ones from the past. Now I think the big cause is there, and it only lacks for a name because it is subtle and insidious. No wonder people want to yell; it takes so long to find the words that fit.
I don't know whether to be infinitely sad that these things keep happening, or pleased that I was in this department, my kid's only female professor in the sciences this semester, or, you know, so far. This may be why I stayed in academia, but it's a hard day to look on the bright side (like, literally. I need sunglasses at night.)