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My very first job after college……the guy that hired me tried to start a sexual relationship with me. His boss tried the same thing, too.
Next job, when I was being introduced around, my new employer said “Hi, this is Ann. You’re very lucky we had a job opening because I would’ve fired you to hire her.” Cute joke, he told it to everyone. He hit on me,too. He hit on everyone. I watched the women he slept with get raises and promotions I didn’t. A friend of mine called him on it and was told. “What do you expect? They went out with me. You didn’t.”
I’ve had executives I worked with make obscene phone calls to me in the middle of the night. I’ve worked with men that had porn displayed in their workplace — not scantily clad women, large sized pictures of fully naked women with their legs spread.
I’ve not gotten jobs because I was a woman - I know that because it was the stated reason I didn’t get hired — the interviewer was somewhat apologetic, blaming it on the guys that wouldn’t accept working with me.
My work history is really varied, I’ve worked on construction sites, in blue collar shops, backstage in theatre, in white collar sales jobs…but always as an extremely attractive woman. It sounds immodest , but it made a huge difference - everyone reacts differently to the beautiful woman -men and women both.
I’ll be honest, it had it advantages- lots of them- but it also had its disadvantages. You can’t disappear into the background or be just another face in the crowd, everyone notices you and everyone remembers you.
I’ve have lots of mixed feelings on some of the stories I hear, my experience has taught me that resilience is important and you have to pick your battles. When I was younger, I was sometimes insensitive towards other women…. “honey, you call that harassment? Let me tell you a story….” and I admit that attitude sometimes slips in when I hear a woman complain that a male coworker touched her arm or something.
It was conversation with a colleague, another attractive woman that had the same job I once had in another large city, that turned my attitudes and made me realize how much I had internalized the harassment.
She told me about how her boss ( in a company with three employees) had made a pass at her, the kind of pass my old bosses had all made a few times, the stuff I shrugged off all the time.
She was telling me about the terror that grasped her every morning upon waking,knowing she’d have to go to work and see him, how hard it was for her to pretend it didn’t happen, how scared she was that it would happen again.
And I got it. By then I was working for myself and I had a steady base of long term clients I liked, so I wasn’t dealing with nearly as much bullshit. But there is always the feeling that you can’t let your guard down.
Probably the worst thing that happened later in my career was a male colleague, someone I had been professional friends with for twenty years, sharing countless lunches and dinners, socializing with his family, made a pass at me. It was quick, a question asked and answered in under 3 seconds without words - an inappropriate touch and glance, followed by me frowning and shaking my head - and it was over. But it killed what had been a valuable friendship. Because after twenty freaking years I let my guard down for a few seconds.