When I was a little girl, I was told I could be anything I wanted to be when I grew up. And although I never dreamed of Wall Street or law school, I did believe that the future was wide open, and anything was possible. As I left my youth behind, and entered into my teenage years, I was indirectly made aware that there was a great divide between the other gender on the playground and us. But youth carries naivety. And as I changed colleges and majors, I found myself in the minority of a world that, even ten years later, isn’t ready to share the table with a woman. I remember the way they looked at me, like I didn’t belong. When I told my professor I thought maybe I should change departments, he seemed to agree and encourage my departure. I’ll never forget that same year when I was told that, “You won’t look like that forever. You should probably find a husband soon to take care of you.” This too, I brushed off. Laughing, when I knew deep down, I was the butt of their jokes.
That brings us to now.