Ahh, of course. Another story of a privileged millennial girl with an iPhone, who probably spends too much time with her phone glued to her hand, and not enough time pondering the real issues of the world. (If you’re not interested, you can stop reading now and focus your attention on the ceasefire in Syria or the situation with the Great Barrier Reef. You know, important stuff.)
Here I was, mindlessly scrolling through my feed, when suddenly, Instagram logged me out of my account. No biggie, it’s happened before. I simply attempted to log in again, but then I got this message:
Dear Sexist Male Coworker,
Today, we had a heated discussion on feminism. It may have started as a political debate on Hillary Clinton, but when I said that “feminism is what enabled Hillary Clinton to run for president,” you responded “feminism has nothing to do with Hillary Clinton.”
You then went on to say that “feminism is a failed concept,” and that women fail to acknowledge the benefits of their gender.
If I could make one observation about all of my work experiences in an office setting, it would be that things seem a lot like high school all over again. I don’t only mean that in a bad way. There is some good stuff that comes with that too. The social aspect of seeing some people we do like everyday, having a set structure and tasks to work on (even if they are of questionable value), and in most cases a lunch time, can all be counted as “pros” for some us strutting our stuff around “Corporate America.” But just like in high school, cliques at the office are all too real. Maybe you work at one of those hip start-ups with fancy espressos, “open-concept” work spaces, and only 25 coworkers who all love each other. If that’s the case, can I send you my resume? JUST KIDDING. Kind of.