Did you see this in yesterday’s New York Times Sunday Review?
We women who have gotten anywhere near Wall Street–and one close friend of mine got more than near, becoming a portfolio manager for a huge investment firm–suspected that this sort of thing went on the men’s lockerrooms. Or wherever Wall Street males hung out.
But the specifics were relatively unknown, to me at least. So I thank Sam Polk for his opinion piece with details of all the disheartening conversation.
I add only that it’s not just Wall Street that is stinky with this kind of male language. The film business, where I spent years working, was just about as unpleasant.
Objectifying women was the rite of passage through which I entered the world of men.