I don’t want to spend too much time here, because blogging takes time away from that old novel that I need to slog away at, but let’s just say that Week 1 of NaNoWriMo has not been too shabby so far.
A few weeks ago, an essay titled “On Pandering” was published on the Tin House blog by author Clare Vaye Watkins. It’s long, but good. Good in that uncomfortable way of seeing some of my own ugly experiences of sexism reflected back at me, causing me to nod my head Yes, yes, yessss. My horror-filled #FeministFail moments flashed before my eyes: like the time when an old white guy in a business setting mistook me for being just the intern, when I was, in fact, The Boss Lady. Or that time a skeezy accounting dude at a company I once worked for commented on my fuzzy sweater and how it made him want to…honk my boobs. Or when a sales guy at that same office commented to his buddy on the phone that “a hot girl just walked into his office” and he plans to bone her (she being me).