Today I was called into a meeting at work because I don’t smile enough. I’m not happy enough. I’m not cheerful enough. Today, I was a victim of the same old sexist bullshit that plagues women on a daily basis. And the worst part? One of my so called superiors who was addressing this issue is female.
Now I’m not a person who pulls out the sexism card often, but today has really fucked me off. I’m lucky enough to have a friend at work who is very similar to me, who I can relate to; this friend is a man. At no point has my male colleague been told to “smile” or cheer up, so why have I? Does smiling affect my job? No. Am I rude? No. Does not prancing around the fucking maypole make me inefficient? No. I’m so sick of being pressured to live up to these ridiculous stereotypes that women must live our lives with a smile plastered onto our faces. Its bullshit!
Another “observation” is that I can be robotic. I work in an incredibly menial and repetitive job. So what do I do? I try to be human. What happens when I try to be myself? I get told to cheer up and be fake. I’m sorry – not at all sorry – but they can’t have it both ways. Sometimes I have a stressful day and I can’t bring myself to be a smiling, plastic Barbie doll. I won’t be anybody’s Stepford Wife.
So ladies and gentlemen, my advice is to embrace the RBF (Resting Bitch Face) and raise your middle finger to the next idiot who tells you to cheer up.
Peace out, A x