I wasn't, though. The conglomerate is inflicting a reputation on me that is inaccurate, and it's inflicting it on me at the beginning of my middle age. It's not as if this is happening to me in my twenties or early thirties, so that I could wait ten years to start a family, by which time the slut-shaming might have died down and it might not be a guarantee that a husband married to me or children born to me would be socially tortured and professionally stymied.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 31, 2015 @ 3:23 p.m.
