Eat Your Stomach Out, Girls
While the slick hair, dark suits and incessant cocktails allure me to watch four episodes in a row, the intoxicating, yet infuriating, masculinity reminds me of how far working women have come. (Although it still takes women SIXTEEN MONTHS to make what men earn in ONE YEAR. YES, THAT’S FOUR EXTRA MONTHS. And yes, this applies to women and men right out of college in the same field. BULLSHIT.)
Anyway, the 2009 office treats women much more professionally. And women’s status in general has greatly improved. And then I saw this bullshit:
Why are women afraid to eat in front of men? There’s a newly released study that finds women eat less when dining with men. And eat more when only with women.
I had no idea that a majority of women refused delicious consumption when in mixed company. Personally, I thought the idea of “mixed company” was akin to cheering for a football team with a racially insensitive name. Oh, wait. (And fine, I may attend girls-only functions once in a while, but it’s really only for a change of company, not because we talk about monthly hemorrhaging.)
Could you imagine this blog if the female writers refused to write about their glorious meals because men read ES? Could you imagine me only writing about dressing-less salads and meal replacement shakes? Good god–who are these skirts!
I’m not sure how to neatly close this post. I guess I’ll pull a Good Will Hunting. Women, it’s not your fault. Women feel the need to live up to ridiculous ideals of femininity and thinness, but you know what, we have the power to change.
Order a fucking steak. Eat all of your fries. Finish your meal with a black and white milkshake. Not every day, but just as much as you would when munching with the boys.