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Civic Blog – Gender, Sexuality, and Rights — 4/3/2014

Even though there had been little meaningful change in the number of women representatives in congress, there has been a change in other fields.

For example, women now run four of the biggest advertising firms in Boston, the most recent one being Kristen Cavallo who was promoted to president of Mullen Boston in March. These new women are great examples of how, though the movement to ‘break the glass ceiling has made it more feasible; these women are truly qualified to hold the positions they do. They, and the men who hired them, obviously believed that they had the right qualities and qualifications for the job.

Barbara Goose, who is one of the four women to head a big Boston adverting firm, said that it is important to, “…not think about being a women, just think about doing the best job [you] can.” She also recommends making yourself, in a way, one of the guys and make sure you are part of the conversations. Though this sentiment may sound wrong, it sounds a bit like she’s telling women to stop being so feminine then they will finally get these jobs, but instead it is an interesting call for women to stop thinking about men as people who don’t want to help them. If you become part of their workplace world then you show that you don’t care about gender and neither should they. This is an interesting point because it has been shown that women are generally less comfortable talking to men about work related topics than they are to talk to women about the same thing.

It is amazing to think that there are so many women, compared to historic numbers, in these positions. It is insane to think that only a few decades ago, the workplace was a much different place for women. Being passed over for jobs because of gender, marital status, and whether you have kids. Because thought of as bossy, though this is still sometimes true, if you speak out too much. Or, as Goose remembers, only two decades ago at a firm she worked at there was a dress code for women in the employee handbook that said women shouldn’t wear loud colors or skirts more than three inches above the knee.

It was really Kristen Cavallo that broke the mold for women in the workplace. When she was offered the job of chief strategy officer for Mullen she turned it down, saying she didn’t want to uproot her family. She wanted her son to finish high school at the school he was in saying “I’ve got one shot t raise a good child. There will be other jobs.”

This type of reasoning would normally mean she would be passed over for this job and possibly others but instead three months after the fact Mullen decided they still wanted her and asked her if you would consider the job, on a schedule of her creation. In the words of one Mullen executive, “Surely, we have to find a way to make this work in a modern way.”

And they did. Cavallo asked to work three days in Boston and two days at home and Mullen agreed.

This is exactly what needs to happen. If women want to have a family and have a job they should be allowed to. Job progress shouldn’t grind to a halt just because you want a family and a job. This is the modern way to do this and should be. Women should be able to choose: work, family, or both.

 

sources: http://www.bostonglobe.com/business/2014/04/01/boston-mad-men-are-now-women/OHL1ULODLtZhh2Pc9SCRiN/story.html

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Bright Thunder – Part 7

The day was long but as it went on people slowly stopped glaring at me. Well, most Ancient Stars were still annoyed with me but I didn’t really care what they thought.

The strangest thing about the day, though, was how Ancient Stars adults were acting around me. All of the Ancient Stars teachers we excusing me from homework and the principal even told me that he would excuse my lack of uniform this once.

Now, I was waiting uneasily near the entrance of the school. I didn’t want to go to my grandparents’ house just yet, but I didn’t have anywhere to go and it was raining out. I was waiting for something, I didn’t really know what, when I noticed someone else waiting too.

I looked at the young girl, I guessed she was in elementary school, and wondered why she looked vaguely familiar.

“Are you lost?” I asked, not really thinking about what I was doing. Maybe I just wanted to distract myself from the fact that I had nowhere to go tonight.

“No. I’m waiting for my brother.” The girl’s voice was strong but young.

“Who?”

She frowned, “My brother told me not to give personal information to strangers.”

“Come on,” I smiled at her, “I just wanted to know if I know your brother. I go to this school too.”

“Then why aren’t you wearing a uniform?”

I blushed and looked away from the girl, “I’m just not right now. Can you at least tell me your first name? Mine’s Amaya.”

“Amaya… I think my brother has talked about you. He talks about an Amaya a lot.”

“Really, what had he said?”

“He said you were head strong, reckless, impulsive, aggressive, and a surprisingly kind person.”

The last description told me that her brother wasn’t Pace. I didn’t think it was Mark, though he would say something like that. She didn’t look enough like him. I had only met Sam today, so that left only one person.

“Chance.” I smiled, “You’re Chance’s sister.”

Now that I looked at her I realized how obvious it was. She had the same blonde hair, which was in a similar ponytail, and her eyes were the same green color.

She smiled, making her look even younger, “I guess if you say it first I can tell you. Chance is my brother. The elementary school got out early today so I had to meet him here, I don’t have a key.”

“Where do you go to school?”

“Marlen Academy. They have an elementary too. And a middle school.”

“So, can you tell me your name now?”

“Emily.”

“Em!” I turned to look at Chance, “I thought I told you not to talk to strangers.”

“She was talking to me. She wouldn’t go away.”

I looked up at Chance and smiled.

“I guess it is Amaya.” He sighed, “I’ll let it slide this time since I was looking for her anyways.”

“What? Are you here to yell at me for this morning?”

“No, I think you know what happened and you dealt with it surprisingly well. I mean, talking to Mark. He likes you, as much as he can really like anyone, and he wants to help you.”

“I don’t need your analysis of my relationship with Mark.”  He gave me a look and I blushed, “You know what I mean! What do you want?”

“I really want to know if you are okay.”

“I’m better.”

“Are you going home?”

I looked off to the side so that I wouldn’t have to look into his eyes, “Maybe.”

“It’s raining out.”

“I know.” His eyes were worried but I didn’t want his sympathy, “I’m fine.”

“I know you don’t want my help, but can we pretend that Mary asked me to do this?”

“What?”

“Pretend Mary told me to ask you to come and eat dinner with us tonight.”

I didn’t want to but I knew I shouldn’t say no just because I didn’t want his help. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday and I was damn hungry.

“Fine, I’ll come. Is it okay with your parents.”

Now Chance turned his head away from me while laughing bitterly, “I think they’ll be fine with it, given their dead.”

 

I am so sorry if we, an we probably do, have to do groups again. I never expected to have you guys suddenly thrown into groups, if I did then I might have done a different type of passion blog. 

Well, I don’t have much more to say so I’ll just end with the usual. Any questions, comment, requests, etc. just leave them in the comments and I’ll put the appropriate responses in the next ( and last) post. 

K.E. Van Develde

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