Three things caught my eye on the feeds this morning:1) To break through the glass ceiling we need a spiked helmet, apparently. Which gave me a laugh due to this quote:
"if a small boy were an employer he would be one that compelled you to start work at 6am, repeatedly forced you to chase him round the room in order to complete the most basic task, and threw an earth-shattering tantrum if you failed to fetch him the correct style of latte. He would, in fact, spend most of his time at industrial tribunals."
2) A woman of 59 has had triplets. The question really has to be why, why, why at that age (ref. the above quote!)?
3) And this one really is a doozey. There's finally a woman who *might* be PM material in Japan. Read this and see why it made me mad. Maybe something to do with the language they use to describe her?
I'm not going to bang on and on in a feminist stylee, but for gawds sake, no wonder women are confused. It's all one step forward, and several steps back again.
Reminds me of the vultures in the Jungle Book.
'What do you want to do?'
'I dunno, what do you want to do?'
I know, some equality would be a great start, if only we could get there without being dragged back by spiked helmets, misogynist language and IVF for the over 50s!
Yours with her reeling head in her hands,
Lucy
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