I wasn’t going to read Lean In. I just knew it would annoy me. I’d read the news coverage and commentaries and blog posts. Oh, so we women are just supposed to work harder? Somehow, this crazy train of inequality was our fault? A white woman with two Ivy League degrees, worth millions, and bestowed with considerable privilege is telling the country’s women to do more, that we have a responsibility to succeed?
Even the title bothered me. No way, not gonna read it. I don’t need any more stress in my life.
But the articles and commentary and news coverage didn’t stop, and Sheryl Sandburg didn’t stop talking either. And while some writers showed that all-too-common contemporary propensity to write about something they haven’t read but have formed an opinion about based on what other people said somewhere else, other writers were saying interesting things about the book. About being a woman trying to work. About women’s lack of progress at the top. About women’s insecurities or conditioning holding them back.
So I read it. So did Breanne. Then we started talking about it, and we haven’t stopped either. This post was originally published on Borealis. Read more of this post there.