A lengthy illustration will probably serve me best here. If you doze off,
I sympathize. I’ll probably still tell the whole thing though.
I have no doubt mentioned several times in this space that I currently work with
a bunch of women. To be specific, I work under a bunch of women. My direct supervisor is a woman twenty
years younger than I am. Her occasional replacement is a woman five years
younger than me. They both report to a woman a few years older, and she reports
to another woman roughly the same age. Layers and layers of women in a quasi-traditional
hierarchical structure, with me and a couple of other part-time guys on the
bottom and an executive male or two way, way up top, whom I almost never see and certainly never interact with.
How do I like that? You didn’t ask, but I’m going to tell you anyway:
I love it.