16 Answers to the question, “Why are you so angry all the time?”
A listicle for our times.
When I was 25, my editor asked me if I was a virgin at the company Christmas party.
When I was 29, I was demoted because my publisher had a crush on me and I didn’t reciprocate.
When I was 32, my female boss told me I’d “get ahead faster” if I wore makeup.
When I was 42, a male gynecologist told the ER attending I should use a tampon after a botched hysterectomy caused me to throw a vaginal clot the size of my fist. I said no, and the attending—also a woman—said she wouldn’t do that, either.
I’ve never walked in a dark parking lot without my keys between my fingers as a weapon.
People tell me I have a growth mindset because when a woman displays intelligence in the workplace, it threatens them, so they have to call it something else.
When I fly business class, for business, all the other passengers are men.
When my daughter tells people what she needs, or, God forbid, she says no, she is told she’s either passive-aggressive or rude, mostly by other women.
She said she wasn’t a “girls’ girl,” and then she proved it.
A man who gets paid millions of dollars to do one thing—kick a ball through a goalpost—said women like me belong in a kitchen.
Many people I love believe I am too outspoken.
My father hated it when I drove my car while my boyfriend sat in the passenger seat, but told me I could be anything—even Reggie Jackson.
People find it strange and off-putting when they find out I’m the breadwinner.
I am afraid that this list makes me look bitchy.
A woman oversees the kidnapping of mothers off the street, while another one tells everyone lies from the podium in the briefing room.
I am screaming and screaming, and no one can hear me.
Oof! I hear you.