A Sad Today
Some days, okay most days, I find myself wishing I was younger. Or, rather, that I could be younger and more physically able but still have some of the wisdom that has fallen into my life. I do miss being able to play tennis, ride horses, dance all night, get up from a chair without moaning and groaning. Yeah. But today I found myself glad to be “of a certain age”, no longer needing to report to higher-ups in the work chain.
Over the years I’ve had some interesting employers, some better than others. Those others, well, some of them still creep me out just in the remembering. The prospect of having to discuss with them my options for birth control, ye gods, I cringe at the mere thought. Of course, back in my younger years those bosses could say grotesque things to female employees, things that the female employee had no legal way to repulse. They could touch and make crude gestures to go with the crude comments. And, on the rare occasions when they got ratted out, the female employee was generally assumed to have “invited” the behavior.
So, even though there are now laws to inhibit such behaviors there are no laws that prohibit the generative invasive thinking; they just don’t act on the thoughts as often as they used to. They might have to keep their hands to themselves, and they might have to keep their mouths shut more often. But sometimes sneakiness wins. And there is no more repulsive sneakiness than that which wraps a vile thing in a guise of godliness. Today, in the name of godliness (or religion, if you will) bosses are once again allowed to invade the female psyche through connotations of the most intimate nature; the boss’s authority now extends into her vagina, her uterus, all the way to her ovaries, because her denial of such access would somehow be construed to violate his deeply held religious beliefs, or some other equally handy excuse for rape.
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Sigh. 