Around 2006, I’m out at a bar with my new guy. His friends have just arrived, so everyone stands in a circle while he makes introductions.
“This is Joe. He’s a designer. This is Mason. He’s also a designer.” Five or six designers later (I guess they hang out together?): “This is Jennifer.”
That was it. Because being female is job enough! (Might as well just change your name to Mrs. Boyfriend!)
When I pointed it out later, my guy was mortified. He explained that I had a lot of jobs (see Bullish: How to Do Many Things at Once). I explained that, since I had so many, it should have been even easier to recall one of them.
Just last week, I heard an even more astounding version of this from a twentysomething woman I know who runs an art book publishing house (I’ve had to anonymize this story a bit) with several full-time employees.
She was sitting at an awards banquet with her boyfriend when a round of introductions was made. All the men were introduced with name and job title. She was introduced as, “And Janelle, whose big accomplishment is being Noah’s girlfriend.” People laughed. Adorbs!
As Janelle was telling this story, all the women listening were aghast. “Did you say anything?!”
“I really couldn’t,” she explained. “Jay-Z was sitting right there.”