How is negotiating different for women? Well, for one, we do less of it and should do more of it. I’m sure you’ve heard that. I’m sure you’ve also read that people (both men and other women) like us less when we negotiate, although I have a hard time caring when I have enough money to drink Macallan 18 the way I used to drink Sutter Home.
I think there may be a few other gender differences that are less talked about. More
He described my body. Loudly. I was just his type. He liked my mouth and my hair and my shoes. He liked my dress. More
I did not speak to this person, nor did I even look at him until after the fact. So why did he call me fat? I guess because he thinks that’s what I am. So now, I am writing about him from my fat, annoyed perspective. More
So, a man I don’t know just stopped me on the street to tell me to “put on some makeup.” I can’t believe I took one of my earbuds out for that noise. More
This kind of obnoxious campaign doesn’t encourage anybody; it just tells us that we should don our hair and makeup according to what dudes like. Look, if I want to wear red lipstick to go running (and I most certainly have), then I will, and it won’t be because I want to look “cute” in my adorbz wittle lady wunning gear. More
Holy shit, you guys, it’s finally spring. Birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and every molecule of your pale, pale body is crying out to be caressed by warm air. And if you happen to be a woman, or any type of seemingly non-straight male cisgendered person, really, you can also expect the added bonus of that most seasonal of specials, street harassment. Oh boy! More
Now, I would assume that this goes without saying, but events in my life have led me to believe otherwise: my breasts, or anyone’s breasts for that matter, are not public property. It does not matter if they are big, small, fake, real, WHATEVER! They are the absolute private property of the person upon whose chest they reside. More
So the day before yesterday was the first warm day of the year in New York City. It was in the 70s! Many women (self included) celebrated by putting on their beloved summer clothes that had been sitting in the back of their closets all winter and reveling in the feeling of sun finally touching their pale, light-deprived bodies. Meanwhile, many men celebrated by flexing their ability to make random women on the street uncomfortable by yelling unsolicited comments about their looks. More
So, this is awesome. Several vigilante groups in Cairo, Egypt have taken it upon themselves to defend women from gropey street harassers during the Eid al-Adha festival after realizing the police were not taking the problem seriously enough (or at all). More
Tired of ignoring street and subway harassment because you’re too scared to talk back? This blog post will be cathartic for you. More
Back before Bullish was even a tiny bovine-embryo in TheGloss’s collective unconscious, I wrote a column about shutting down street harassers in which I suggested a single line to silence most harassers, while refusing to play their game: “That’s not an appropriate way to talk to a woman you don’t know.” (How do you resond to that? “Yes it is, ma’am”?)
Whether you are in salary negotiations or merely trying to do more and better work than the person in the next cubicle, sometimes all you need is one sentence.
Here are some sentences that I’ve found extremely useful in improving my career and life. More