I'm 57, I love my hands. Babies, penises, slathering creams, shampooing, shaking, reaching, hugging, chopping, writing, tapping at keys, digging in sand, ad infinitum, you will not get near my hands. I love them. Thank you, hands.
Yes it absolutely does. I had a boss that would intentionally pass by far too close to one of our interns (brushing his pelvis up against her backside). He caught me looking right at him one day while he was doing it (with a look perfected by my mother and possibly used to freeze fresh caught seafood on ships) and…
"How am I supposed to explain homosexuality to my children?"
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I thought Lily Tomlin introduced daycare to corporate America in 1980.
It's not just single women without kids that are expected to do more. Married women without children are as well, I am the most senior person in my job and have often been asked to take on assignments that require traveling out of town frequently because others have childcare issues.