It’s International Womens’ / Blog Against Sexism day.
My IWD/BAS post is late on accounta the fact that I have been running not with the wolves, but with the capitalist lackeys. My workplace, the Jack Lang Memorial lost Dogs home, kindly invited me and a few others to attend an International Womens day bunfight hosted by an employer’s group which I won’t name.
It makes me nervous, attending these events where I am always the most cheaply attired impostor in the room. But sometimes it can be interesting.
Now, if you’re an employer group which includes some pretty heavy hitting business women and you wish to host an IWD bash, of course you come up with a graphic on the invitation which is redolent of the empowerment of women, no?
Like something pink, with Chick-Lit-cover type graphics of lots of thin young women with vertically tilted breasts, cripplingly high heels, and a reference to “sex in the city”, that repository of useful female role models.
As you would.
I’ve messed with the text to conceal the actual name of the organisation in case they want to sue me.