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It’s in the Air
I can smell sexism in the next county.
I can smell educated sexism, sophisticated sexism, sexism cloaked in layers of condescension, sexism folded into a hug.
I can smell it on paper, in a text, on the phone, in muffled, garbled chatter from the next room. I can smell it in a look, a nod, a stifled chuckle, a look over my shoulder.
I can smell sexism seeping from a person’s pores. That is no lie.
I don’t need no red flag. I just have to sniff the air.
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Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
Exactly. Once tuned in, you can’t miss it. It can be a burden with kindly uncles. I have accumulated a repertoire of responses from full -on lecture to raised eyebrow. I am like that with ageism now also.
You know it when you know it
Now we know what Phil Collins was singing about, after all this time. He was smelling the foul, stank of sexism.
YES!
I’m with you, sister!!!!!