Thursday, 11 February 2016

My lovely lady lumps

I can't believe it's been 9 month since I last blogged. In a way it seems much shorter, but also much longer as very much has happened in a short space of time.

I've been promoted at work - well, sort of. Although I have probably made the glass ceiling that ittle bit wider, it isn't so much a glass ceiling as a glass floor you have to stand on. While everyone makes comments about your pants.

I am perfectly well qualified to do my job. Better than the men twice my age who have traditionally dominated, and who I certainly work harder than. But who probably don't get:

"Your hair is too short. You need to grow it long."
"You need to cut your hair into a crop."
"Our new boss has... a child!" - normally said in the same tones as if I slept in a coffin. Did I mention that my industry has problems attracting 'normal' people?
"You've got way more energy than our competitors. But I really have to pray for your family." Ditto.

The weirdest one was when my second in command called, to say I needed to be careful to cover up. Don't wear anything too low cut, or too short, he said. Wear a suit.

"But the CEO of our organisation goes to work wearing jeans."

For heaven's sake, even my Mum has said I look smart recently...

"Just, I just, I had to say something."

I was a bit baffled until I was in the office with a volunteer (yup, it is mostly volunteer run, so I can't go around sacking people.) She gestured at a PR photo and said "Well I thought that photo was a bit embarrassing, frankly".

The same woman has been really rude to me before, but one of the younger, more sane volunteers said, after I bit my tongue very hard and she left, "It's because you've got boobs".

And in the photo, you can actually see I have boobs. This is true. It was shot from the side, and I have 34Hs. I hadn't really noticed - I'm wearing a respectable dress and, anyway, believed we had got over judging a woman on their tits, unless they're in some sort of lapdancing contest.

I went through a bit of worry with this. Most high street shops have clothes that are cut for women that are a bit more up and down than me - so if I wear 'normal' clothes I look like a marquee. I already get my clothes online from specialists.

It all looks worse if you wear things that have a high neckline, like I have a tyre shoved down my top.

I could bind my chest, but frankly, I have enough trouble with control underpants (there's a whole blog post in the Bridget Jones esque leotard I own, that is meant to hold my stomach in place yet bursts at the gusset at every opportunity. Or the weird corset thing with a hole in for weeing through, but that you really have to take off every time you go to the toilet).

Unless I've really worn something too low cut - and I don't believe I have, and this tallies up with comments that other newly promoted people have had - some people are just jealous. And wonder why moaning hasn't reaped rewards, while looking at my tits - but not clicking that I'm pretty good at getting up off my arse.


  1. O my O my. The 21st century hasn't quite started everywhere, has it?
    "because you've got boobs" I'm sort of glad someone dared to say something, it just seems so ridiculous.
    but you made a good read out of it.
    (except for the part where you left us hanging after your last ivf attempt and then start a post with " can't believe it's been 9 months")

    The advantage of sleeping in a coffin must be that you can prevent toddlers from climbing into bed with you ;-)
    Good to hear from you!

  2. Nice to see you pop up. Unfortunately the timing wasn't great for me to respond (if you want to check my blog about a month ago), but I'm here now.

    If anyone could write a Bridget Jones-esque blogpost on control underwear, it would be you, dearest Sushigirl!

    People are jealous. People don't know how to cope with women in positions of responsibility. Women often struggle with it just as much or more than men. As Valery said - 21st century, but still 20th century issues.

    All those younger women who think that feminism isn't relevant anymore ... well, the sad thing is that they're in for a rude shock. It infuriates me that we still have to battle these issues, when what we should be battling are the REAL issues. Thus speaks an Old Feminist! Or one at least who had high hopes in the early-mid 1980s that things might change, and now fears that we are forever taking backward steps.

    Congratulations on the promotion!

  3. tee hee the corset with the hole. yup that got me. I wear a 40 H so I get you there in how it is difficult to find clothes that fit but I have really broad shoulders too which, well if you remember shoulder pads? I never needed them!