Tales from the Frontlines: Why Are My Accomplishments Less Important than My Face?
From reader Julie, who lives in Japan (!):
As a kid I didn’t understand that just wanting to be treated decently made me a feminist. I thought it was normal to expect equality and to ask for fair treatment. I was probably a teen before I realized that I had been a feminist all along… I also know I get reminded of WHY I am a feminist every day.
When I do just as well or better than my male coworkers, partners, friends, or what have you, I watch the compliments and congratulations they get. He’s a hard worker. He did a good job. He is a great leader. He shows promise. Then it is my turn.“She’s the prettiest girl/teacher/worker/student/employee we’ve ever had!”
Not once in all my life have I heard anyone praising a male coworker, fellow student, group member, et cetera, by praising his looks. Sure, I am happy you think I am pretty. I work hard to stay in shape and to look nice. I do. But, I also work hard to be the best damn employee/student/friend you have ever had, too. And I KNOW I am performing just as well if not better than the men sitting around me, being told how clever/hard working/productive they are.
What I want to know is, what about the girls who aren’t “pretty”? What are these jerks complimenting those women on? Making a good pot of coffee? Or are they just totally invisible?
My accomplishments are my own. My accomplishments are just as good. My accomplishments are just as admirable and deserving.
So why, as a woman, are my accomplishments less important than my pretty face?
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