Bearing News asked several members of RBHS’ faculty and staff, “What has your life been like living as a woman in America?” For privacy, the responses have remained anonymous.
What has your life been like living as a woman in America?
“My life as a woman in America has been good, but then again I don’t have anything to compare it to having never lived as a man or in another country. I feel that I have had ample opportunities to try new things and achieve successes in ways I hadn’t imagined as a child.”
“Early in my career, I experienced sexism and misogyny in the workplace, as well as sexual harassment. I had a supervisor who called me “honey” “sweetie” and a principal who made inappropriate and suggestive comments about my clothing while being in my personal space. He was harassing me. I was overwhelmed and didn’t know how to handle it. I was upset by this and learned very quickly that unless there are witnesses, then it is my word against his. My teacher’s organization representative was also a man and blew off the whole thing, basically making me feel like it was my fault. After that, I left that job at the end of the year.”
“My life as a woman in America has been significantly impacted by my upbringing which was one of

“Life has been good for me as a woman in America. I am proud of how far we have come as women in the US, but I also know that there is still a long way to go.”
“Let’s start with the positive. It’s been great, challenging and a struggle some days. I think fitting into a new culture, even though I’ve been here for a long time, some days it feels like this is my first day in a new culture. Some days I feel like I don’t fit in, so that’s a struggle.”

“In some ways my experience has been ‘normal’. I went to college, I have a job. For some years I even made more money than my husband. That is no longer the case even though I have more education but that’s more a career choice then a gender thing. But some things that have always been different. My mom wouldn’t let me cross the street alone once it was dark unless a brother (even my 4 year younger brother counted) escorted me across the street. I wasn’t allowed to go running at certain times of the day and night depending upon when the chances of rape were most likely to occur. And when I went to college among my gifts from my mom were 4 different styled bottles of pepper spray. So that I never traveled without.

“I think our experiences as women in America are largely dependent on when we were born. As a woman growing up in the 80’s and 90’s, I saw many strides toward equality and I am grateful for those considering the experiences of women my mother’s age. My mother has told me the story of when she decided she wanted to go to college and she went home to ask her parents about it. They laughed at her. I’m grateful that in my time I was born to parents where that wasn’t the case. Looking back at my life, I realize that there were certainly times that I was treated differently or had unfair expectations placed upon me because I was a woman. As a young coach especially, people expected a more passive personality. The older I get, the more comfortable I get with being someone who isn’t considered feminine. It isn’t as important to me anymore because that isn’t who I am.”
“Honestly, I feel like I have had very few roadblocks in my life because I am a woman. Maybe because I chose a career path that was primarily considered a female field, unless you wanted to be an administrator. I grew up with two older brothers, 1 younger brother, and a neighborhood consisting primarily of boys. I did everything they did. I expected no breaks and they gave me no breaks. I played football, (yes, I have a picture in football pads and a helmet), baseball, basketball and never backed down from a challenge. I have no problem challenging a male if I feel they are being sexist. As an adult, I faced discrimination as a woman only through sports. I coached the 7th grade girls basketball team, and the 9th grade boys coach was not fond of female athletics. We both showed up for practice one day, he hadn’t signed up, and he thought he should get the court. Ultimately, we split time between the ‘small’ gym and the ‘big’ gym. When it was his turn for the ‘big’ gym he sent his ninth grade boys running through the middle of my girls, pretty much running them over. Another time, we were playing a game at another school. The boys coach wanted the gym so his team could practice, so he ‘ran’ the clock. Essentially it took less than an hour to play two girls games. I went and complained to the athletic director. He tried to intimidate me, and said the principals would talk. I went straight to the principal myself.”
In response to the question, one member of the RBHS staff gave Bearing News a self-written poem.
“My life as a woman in America was both unnerving and empowering.
It was dichotomous and confusing.

Eighteen years of domestic violence in my childhood home.
Years of staying silent and trying to appease.
Many moments feeling afraid, weak, and powerless.
Then, glimpses of wisdom, patience, forgiveness, and love.
Strength and hope growing.
Reading, studying, learning.
Achieving independence.
Finally, taking a chance.
Transformation.
Afraid of men and now, in love with one.

Despised my own womanhood and now celebrate it.
Being a woman in America,
Exhausting and invigorating.
Painful and rewarding.
Worth the fight.”
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