6/20/2023 0 Comments Uncanny valley anna wiener![]() ![]() My job had placed me, a self-identified feminist, in a position of ceaseless, professionalized deference to the male ego.įrom time to time, the women in the office would go out to a nearby wine bar with fake fireplaces and plates of sweating charcuterie and try to drink it out. Advocating for their career advancement ordering them pizza. Affirming, dodging, confiding, collaborating. I was always fixing things for them, tiptoeing around their vanities, cheering them up. ![]() But men were everywhere: the customers, my teammates, my boss, his boss. ![]() Does that make sense? I’d ask every few minutes, as gently as a tutor, giving them space to shift the blame back to me.īeing the only woman on a nontechnical team, providing customer support to software developers, was like immersion therapy for internalized misogyny. I apologized, over and over, for mistakes that they had made. I would explain how to fix their problems, and find ways to take responsibility. When the software didn’t behave as expected, the men wrote in to me. My job was in customer support, and meant my days were full of men: programmers and data scientists, analysts and marketers. The company had 20 employees, four of whom were women-a decent ratio, in 2013. ![]() At the age of 25, I moved from Brooklyn to San Francisco to work for a data analytics start-up. ![]()
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