29 June 2010
I just need to note that few things make me happier in the world than when I realized my partner is on board with feminism (even if he won't call himself one). What kind of a champ offers to pay for half my birth control without my prodding?!?!?!? Yessssssssssssss.
17 June 2010
Things I've been meaning to write about, but haven't gotten around to:
- remember when rape jokes weren't funny? That time is now. They still aren't funny. They weren't funny yesterday, they aren't funny today, and I'd be willing to be all my money that they won't be funny again ever.
- Transitioning from full time student + employee at a feminist workplace + volunteering (equaling out to what I imagine was a 70+ hour week) into the 40hour/week working world is more difficult than anticipated.
- On a similar note, how do grown ups find hobbies? I don't know what to do with myself at night besides put pajamas on and watch TV.
- Why living with a partner is better than living alone.
- Why being exceptionally independent makes living with a partner a challenge from time to time (and less so when he cooks for you every night...!!!)
- Exercising doesn't come naturally to me. Evidently, gaining weight at rapid speed does. Well.
06 June 2010
I recently began working for what I like to call a "Big Kid" job. You know, 40 hours/week, salaried pay and benefits. It's great, mostly because when I was in school I was "working" for probably 60+ hours/week. Suffice it to say, I am beyond excited to work 40 hours, then go home and do other things. It's an interesting transition moving into the workforce, particularly at an economic time such as this. I wanted to celebrate getting a job, but everybody else I know who has graduated (and who matters to me) is still job-less. Granted, it's only been 3 weeks since graduation. All the same, friends and the such are becoming anxious about the job search, while I get up and go to work on my usual 9-5 schedule. I don't feel guilty, really, because I worked hard in school and feel like I'm qualified for the job I was offered. However, that brings up some interesting privilege issues for me. I doubt I got this job simply because I'm a hard-working, badass individual. I'm certain that any number of things played a part in the offer, but here are some things I know:
- I am white; all but one person at my new workplace (based on my perception) is white. This, to me, is particularly curious because the work done by this non-profit is for a community of folks that is disproportionately made up of POC. For me, there's a bit of an awkward power dynamic because of that. Also, if I were a POC seeking our services, I might be a bit uncomfortable sharing the intimate details of my life (which most clients do, considering the details of the job) with someone who, relatively speaking, doesn't "get" those details that well.
- I am a woman hired into a non-profit setting. While I'm not willing to go find statistics, I can safely say that the majority of folks who work in the non-profit setting are women. Interestingly, a vast number of our clientele is made up of men, identifying along the range of sexualities. It's really no surprise that a white woman was hired on, though it is interesting that the make-up of the staff at this particular non-profit is pretty evenly split between the menfolk and the womenfolk.
- I'm a VERY recent graduate that applied for an entry-level non-profit position. During the group interview with 8 other applicants, I took note of the people in the room. Of the 9 of us, here's what I gathered: 3 men were present, one who appeared to be a man of color, 2 who I perceived as white, and one who openly identified as gay. Of the 6 women in the room, all appeared white to me, and none openly expressed an identity other than straight. Three of the applicants identified as NOT recent graduates of an undergrad degree (or, in this case, were non-traditional applicants for an entry-level position) while all the rest of us identified as recent graduates (within the last year). Needless to say, I blended into that crowd identity-wise, but I must have done something right to have been offered the job.