Power and the Feminine

I’m so glad no one asked me to write about women in power 20 years ago. It was 1997. I was smashing it in 1997. First year of a highly competitive university degree, winning all the things. Writing about women in power then would have produced a piece that was part invitation to join the celebration of the triumph of equality, and part subtle scold of women who, like the lecturer in my introductory feminism class, appeared stuck in the adorably irrelevant ’70s. Everything she described seemed so out of touch with my (lack of) experience that I dismissed it the way you do when an aging relative tells you they’re off to the post office to pay their “electric” because you can’t trust The Internet.

If I wrote this