I was pretty sure I’d fallen off the feminist face of the planet following my family’s move to Kansas City.
Everywhere I went, every company I interviewed at, every organization I joined appeared to be run by men. Even the local women’s networking group was led by male professionals (WTF?).
“What does your husband do?” became the most frequently asked question following my introduction.
I was even asked if my MBA was “the same as a man’s MBA” at a Chamber of Commerce event. That one literally left me speechless.
Accustomed to the more gender equal working world of the East and West Coasts, I did not take too well to (repeatedly) being the only woman in the boardroom, classroom, department, etc. Expressing my frustrations regarding the well-seated Kansas City patriarchy to the few other female professionals I encountered was typically met with a wistful, “Well, at least you get a chance to be included…” Continue Reading…
Have you seen the Ancenstry.com commercials?
Inquisitive descendants turn to genealogy to increase their understanding of heritage and legacy. Through the website, they access information about their predecessors, such as military service, educational accomplishments, family photos, etc. that inspire them to embrace their full potential and encourage them to share their family story.
I longingly watched the happy actors and actresses in Ancestry.com commercials, and decided to take it for a spin.
My genealogy experience – not so happy.
Turns out the only legacy my family tree provides is one of abuse, oppression, violence:
- Not that this was a surprise; I remember how quickly our home would turn into an all-out war zone.
- I remember calling the cops on my dad at the young age of five, because he was “gonna kill Mama”.
- I remember believing that domestic violence and rape were simply part of being a woman – and they were, at that time, in that family.