Monday BARB Up December 12, 2016

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Not too long ago, I was whining about my then-job status with a friend of mine, also in her 50’s. At some point, as if she were Cher in Moonstruck, slapping Nicholas Cage across the face while yelling, “Snap Out Of It”, she stopped me.

“Marcelle, you need to suck it up. Stay at this job. No one, and I mean no one, is going to hire you.”

“Why not? I have so much experience and I’m a great manager and….”

“No, no one cares. No one is interested in hiring a woman in her 50s in this industry.”

I was angry, listening to her. Angry at her for suggesting, no, not suggesting, straight up telling me that I didn’t stand a chance in the working world, as a woman in her 50s. I clammed up, went back to eating my kale salad, changed the subject to the topic of our kids–always a lifesaver, asking someone to talk about their child–but inside, I was fuming. How could she tell me that I was too old, my value not worthy, that I was no longer cool?

My ego was bruised. I put my blinders on. I went to work, full of hubris. And soon, I found myself unemployed. Unemployed for seven long and stressful months. I contacted everyone I knew in my industry. Old colleagues with grand success. Former employees on the come-up. I was set up with courtesy calls–you know, someone that works at a company introduces you to the hiring manager at that person’s company, and out of courtesy, the hiring manager deigns to speak with you, all the while with one finger on a keyboard and one eye on the clock on a desk. I met with General Managers of companies who I’d known as underlings. I met with strangers who wanted to meet me because of BUST. I met with people who picked my brain about what employment options were available to people our age. I met and I met and I met, hopeful each and every time that I would be hired by someone. That I could provide for my family. That I could have health insurance again. That I could prove my lunch date wrong. That despite my age, I was a valuable member of professional society.

And with each NO, the words of that lunch date trilled before my eyes. “You’re not worthy, you’re not worthy, you’re not worthy.”

In listening to Madonna’s Billboard speech, I was reminded of the sting of the rejection and humiliation I’ve felt and have been feeling, as a woman in her fifties in trying to be a part of the status quo, trying to not fading away, fighting to not be blown off. I am a woman with so much to do. So much to offer. And there is not one fiber in my being ready to give up, to not be a person who can contribute and just as importantly, earn. As Madonna says, “But I’m still standing.” I am. And, to paraphrase what she also says, the most controversial thing I will do is to stick around.

Not everyone is that fortunate: According to Amy Ellis Nutt, “In the United States today, nearly 1 in 4 white women ages 50 to 64 is taking an antidepressant.” In her powerful series on the Suicide Belt, she investigates the spike in suicides of middle-aged woman in this American region.

More and more women are rallying behind women in general, particularly in the wake of the election and the concerns we have about the future of our health programs. Chelsea Handler is one of them: “We have a whole generation of girls who are looking at us to see how we treat each other. Let’s show them what the power of being a woman really looks like.”

Women everywhere are rallying.

A gorgeous photo essay by four female photographers in the Emirates. And another photo essay of the fun times Elizabeth Warren is having being the powerful advocate she is.

And now have a laugh with Wanda Sykes.

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