I think of everyone in the world, the women I most would like to kick swiftly in the hoo-ha would be those promoting this glass ceiling bullshit.
I have two daughters. I spend my waking hours and restless nights looking for ways to instill in them a sense of self-confidence so that they know they have the power, within themselves, to make their own decisions and determine their own destiny without the help of anyone else and without blaming anyone else.
On the list of “never says” is, “you can’t make it without the government forcing people to give you a chance.”
The very last thing I ever want for my girls is for them to have a pimp – be it man or government.
Maybe it’s just me.
It’s why I always give a big middle finger salute to the women propagating this lie, whether they are doing it for their own power grab or because they enjoy being a victim. It is just that, a lie.
How do I know it’s a lie?
Because I am a woman. And, as a woman, I’ve been given far more opportunities than my male counterparts – opportunities to be fast-tracked up the corporate ladder working for some of the largest companies in the world; and opportunities as a small business owner to take majority market share all because women like working with women.
These so called women libbers would have you believe that women rule the world and therefore we should be getting more. The only way to do that is to have the government pass laws and initiatives to force people to give us more.
A true independent woman will tell you, women rule the world and therefore we don’t need anyone, especially government, to help us get more. We’ll do it our own damn selves. Like we do most everything else…except lifting really heavy things. You can help most of us with that.
1.) I am an excellent employee – extremely hard working and dedicated. At every job I’ve ever held, I have been moved up quickly because if I’m one thing, it’s a valuable employee.
Before I left the media business, the vice president of sales for the network I was working for came through our office to meet everyone. I was one of two women in the 20+ male office.
As most women in business know, the higher you move up the ladder the less women. Not because women aren’t promoted. It’s because women either drop out of the work force completely or they change direction. I’ve had many girlfriends leave high-paying careers to pursue more care-focused careers like nursing. I’ve also had girlfriends drop out completely to raise kids. They might find more flexible jobs that allow them to spend more time with their families. Many of the girlfriends I started with in media had no desire to move up. Their goal was to find a husband, have kids and raise those kids.
Men do not have the same goals.
Politicians who need us to believe women make less, do not account for the above reality.
Anyhow, this new VP asked me about my career goals. He was an older gentleman, very professional and not being creepy in that question (that is one thing we do have to deal with as women but, still, can handle it on our own). He went on to say that New York really needed women at the head and asked if that was part of my career goal. If so, they could start training me in that direction and, if all went well, I could be part of the executive team in New York in as little as five years.
I knew what he was saying was true, even if I wasn’t the best candidate. One of the first networks that I worked for had a VP who was a woman and she was phenomenal. I always felt like it gave our network an edge and broke up the old white boys club. But she left to do something entirely different and the executive offices in NY, at the time, were really white and male. This didn’t make for great photo ops.
While he was talking, I couldn’t help but look out the interior office window at the guys I worked with. This management track was their goal and they had been working hard to get there, moving from market to market and always promoting themselves up the chain. Here I was with less experience, going through fertility treatments, knowing that the management track was not something in my sights nor had it been, but was being told I would be promoted quicker, all because I was a woman.
From this, on top of earlier experiences in my career where I had been quickly promoted working in restaurants and for local stations who needed more diversity, I learned that there is glass, but it’s not a ceiling, it’s an elevator.
An elevator because even a three-quarters focused and hard working woman will catapult over her 100% focused and hard working male counterpart. Glass because most in the company know it’s because she’s a woman. Sometimes, if the woman isn’t truly qualified, this can create resentment. But, for the most part, I think it’s just become a reality for men, especially white men. And, the truth is that diversity really does look good and it’s needed, especially for larger companies. I think few white men would deny that, as long as the candidate is qualified.
2.) I eventually left media and started my own business. What I learned from being in business and in selling directly to the community is that women really do make the decisions in the household.
My business category is dominated by men. So, as a woman in this business, I use that to my advantage. Because women are the primary decision makers in the home, I almost always beat out men competing for the same jobs. And, I do it while asking for a higher rate. I am a woman. I know what women want. I’m the only one offering this to them. I know that what I am offering is worth more. I win the business. And, I make more.
I also learned from starting a business, that there are more opportunities for women business owners. We have niche networking groups. There are many companies who only work with women-owned businesses. If you are a business that targets large corporations, you have an edge over male-owned businesses because it makes them look better, too. There are also investors who look specifically for woman-owned businesses. We really have an advantage. Anyone who wants to tell my daughters otherwise, better not cross me.
It is because we are strong, organized and appreciate pretty things, that we often have more to offer in business, especially in a world that is as visual as ours is today. Add to that the women are the decision makers and we are, as women, not the weak ones who need help. We are the strong ones who need to realize that and take advantage of it on our own merits.
I truly believe any woman bitching either doesn’t realize this reality, is just making excuses for their own failures or looking to promote this false narrative in order to gain power.
There. I said it.
For my daughters: Realize your opportunities, most as a result of your God-given strengths…go get it!
I’m a very white woman who looks, on the surface, like I should sit down and shut up on the matter of police brutality in black communities. But, I grew up in a minority community and then later got an up close and personal view of a police department in a city known, at the time, for having one of the highest crime rates in the United States.
As a kid into early adulthood, I was no fan of the po-po. My earliest memory was in a friend’s living room where she and I and another friend of ours was sitting quiet and scared on a couch while two cops questioned her cousins about a theft that had taken place in the neighborhood. The officers then turned to question us. I began laughing uncontrollably out of fear and one cop got right in my face and yelled at me, “Do you think this is funny? Stop laughing.” I think I was 10.
From there, my encounters with the cops were minuscule, but frequent. I received more speeding tickets than I can count. Had several warrants out for my arrest for parking tickets. And, I have experienced being “profiled.” I was driving through a friend’s neighborhood and they assumed I was there to buy drugs. I realize that is not the same kind of profiling that a black person experiences, but I got a small taste of it. It felt dirty and deceitful because they don’t tell you why they really stopped you.
I didn’t like the police.
Then I started dating one.
He was an asshole in the boyfriend department. I would be the first to want to broadly paint all police officers as racist all because of this dick weed.
But, the one good quality that he had is that he was a really good cop.
While dating him, I was able to be part of an inner-cop circle, going on ride-alongs and hearing them talk without restriction. My perspective changed greatly.
Here are the things I didn’t expect to learn based on my experience with one department located in a predominantly minority community :
1.) It is damn scary just sitting watching someone go into a situation where no one knows what’s going to happen – and that is EVERY situation. What struck me the most was that when an officer goes out on a call or even stops a speeder they, most times, have NO IDEA who they are approaching or the mentality of the individuals involved. I was particularly surprised at how scary the domestic violence calls were in this regard.
2.) Black Police are Harder on Black Suspects than White Police Are When sitting around in a group, just BS-ing, the officers mentioned how no black man wants a black cop to arrest him. In talking to one of the black cops (one of two in a primarily black community) he admitted that he probably was harder on a black suspect. He said that almost every call was someone who looked like him and it was hard not to want to change that. He went on to say that this was the community that he grew up in and that he worked hard to go to school and become a police officer so that he could make a difference. It was frustrating to him that others in his community would say that they had to commit crime because the system was against them. By their definition, the system was against this cop, too and he made a different life for himself.
This is hard for me to mention because it was one experience, but it stuck with me because it seemed to be common knowledge among these veteran cops. My impression was that this particular black police officer had a sense of guilt mixed with a sense of responsibility that made him harder on black suspects and criminals. I think you could describe it as sort of a survivor’s guilt mixed with feeling like he wanted to reach back and help his brothers and sisters avoid the pitfalls of crime.
4.) Certain Drugs Make Criminals Stronger I believe it’s crack that gives criminals mega strength. Meth may do something similar, but it wasn’t as big at the time (this was pre-Breaking Bad). PCP, I believe, is another facilitator of super-strength. This little factoid totally changed my perception of seeing police officers wrestle people to the ground. I now always think, “oh, that guy’s on something.” It shifted my paradigm when it comes to judging “brutality” by cops just from a video.
5.) There are certain stereotypes that these cops kept in mind in an effort to anticipate reactions and protect themselves and the community. Political correctness is cute in day-to-day situations, but if you are in a career where you put your life on the line every day in an effort to protect the lives and well-being of others, political correctness is suicide.
Through dealing with the same situations and crimes over and over, trends in certain communities take shape. At the time, in this city, crack was more common among the black community and pot was more common with the Hispanic community. People on crack react differently than people on pot and therefore methods in approaching each are different (this was the 1990’s pot – I would guess pot today is a totally different animal). Additionally, in this community, they experienced that a black perpetrator was more likely to wield a gun and a Hispanic criminal was more likely to carry a knife or other object as a weapon.
If you’re thinking right now, “this chick’s a f’cking racist.” Wait, two seconds and you’ll be going, “Ooohhh. yep. That’s true.”
The scariest, according to my old police friends, was the white suspect because they tend to be the most crazy and ya never know what you’re going to get. They’re the equivalent to criminal roulette. It’s also the reason I’m much more scared of running into a white man in a hoodie on summer day than I am a black man in a hoodie on the same day. Well, that, and all the serial killer/lock ya in the basement of torture infamous white men. As usual, I digress.
By far, this was the most fascinating thing that I learned. I would love to have it confirmed or denied from other police officers because I don’t know if it was an unspoken instinct that was learned in this community or if it was taught. I’m sure things have changed greatly in 20 years.
6.) Police Officers Are Part of the Community Where They Serve. Whether they live there or not, the police are embedded in the community like no one else. I always got the impression that the majority of the community loved them and, more than anything appreciated them. This was a very diverse community and the citizens treated the majority white police department as friends.
I was surprised at how many stops each cop made every day to check on certain community members, often elderly and/or incapacitated in some manner, or just to say, “hi.” I was surprised about how much they knew about the members of the community and how deeply they cared – like they were their own family. I was surprised at all the free crap they get. These particular officers rarely paid for their lunch, coffee or snacks. They were given things out of appreciation, with a smile and a thank you. I was also surprised at how close-knit the police officers and this particular community were. I got the impression this is unique to communities where the residents and business owners need police officers more often. I don’t think it’s a race thing. I think it’s an economic thing. I know there were “regular cops” in the trailer park community in my home-town.
7.) Police officers have to have an aptitude for psychology. The majority of encounters that they have in a day are contentious in some way. A police officer has to be able to equalize these situations in order to keep or bring peace. Even a traffic cop (maybe especially a traffic cop) is most likely always walking up to a pissed off driver when they pull a car over. I never realized how quickly they have to adapt their demeanor and approach from call to call.
8.) It never struck me that the police in this department were racist. The most striking thing to me in today’s racist cop rhetoric is that no one ever talks about the main job of police officers in minority communities – protecting and serving the minority communities. When a cop goes out on a call involving a black person, it’s often a black person who called the cops in the first place.
The majority of calls that I went on with these officers (well, I sat in the car but, still) were to help a black or Hispanic citizen. It’s hard to think of someone as racist when their entire day is spent helping people who don’t look like them.
What’s also hard to fathom is that a police officer working in a predominantly black community would ever want to intentionally hurt and/or kill a black person. That is not an action that will help them in their career and especially among the community that they are there to serve.
I realize this is just my point of view from the perspective that I’ve obtained. And, I realize that I am white and that white people are told not to talk about racism. But my experiences really helped me form an empathy for police officers and what, no one can deny, they face daily. There is little doubt in my mind that I would be on the police brutality bandwagon if I had never gotten the glimpse inside a police department. I’m glad that I got that glimpse. I think it spared my heart a lot of hate.