Our new boss had arrived. He was a savvy ad agency guy, flowing dark hair and fancy threads, down to his shoes. All of us—seasoned broadcast veterans—were annoyed by the hire. There has been historically in the broadcast world at the C-Suite level, a fascination with ad agencies and their success. That those of us who built our industry are lesser than. The person at the tippy top of our company (herself a legendary broadcast vet) had brought in a CMO from the ad agency world (a brash woman who unabashedly wore fur and had her assistant bring her Starbucks at precisely 3pm everyday). This ad agency exec populated our department with her kind, ad agency folk, all but one of them men. Those of us who didn’t get a promotion into a coveted role were bitter. Those of us who weren’t bitter, were frustrated, knowing we would have to teach our new boss how to do his/her new job. The nuances so spectacularly divergent in these industries. We rallied, though, as we always did. We were a tight team. Our new boss arranged a meet and greet. He stood in the center of a conference room, surrounded by so many people, of various backgrounds and talents. I wondered if he was nervous, I wondered why he left the comfort of his ad agency world, I wondered whether he would be a fair supervisor that I would learn so much from. As he talked about his career, I more or less blanked out, until he said the word, “blow job.” That, that I heard. I looked to my left, to one of the women who worked for me, who had become my friend. In our silence, we knew there was a dark shift, that we were both thinking “WTF?” We looked at our colleagues, some of them friends; everyone’s expression reflected whatever ours must have been, this utter disdain, this bellowing disappointment. Our new boss, not reading the icy room, rambled on with his story, repeating the word “blow job.” If texting and Twitter were a part of our lives at that point, this would not have been something that existed only in that room. It would have gone industry-wide viral. Right now, it’s part of the trajectory, of the tenuous line between professional and personal space. It’s another emblem in my scar tissue.
Gabrielle Union: “I think the floodgates have opened for white woman. I don’t think it’s a coincidence whose pain has been taken seriously. Whose pain we have showed historically and continued to show. Whose pain is tolerable and whose pain is intolerable. And whose pain needs to be addressed now.”
Amber Tamblyn: “Why do we need to talk about the redemption of men when we are right in the middle of the salvation of women?”
All the men, all the things gone asunder.
The person of the year are the Silence Breakers. YES.
What does sex do to your vaj, anyway?
And now have a laugh with Dulce Sloan.