Scene: Lunch with two colleagues at a popular city restaurant. While being seated in the noisy restaurant (including patrons who are responding to loud mobile phones with loud telephone voices) we pass a table appearing to be a grandmother and a mother with her infant and toddler.
Maitre De: We won’t normally have children here.
Me: Well, they’re perfectly welcome as far as I’m concerned.
Maitre de: I suppose so.
Me: Mothers have to eat too.
Maitre de: Yes, that’s true.
Scene: A recent appointment with a new gynaecologist, and we get to talking about the BMI standards.
Gynaecologist: The problems for a person with a high body mass index are clear – greater risks of heart disease, high blood pressure, and certain cancers.
Me: I’ve read some really interesting research recently which disputes those assumptions.
Gynaecologist: You can find research that will say any story you want it to say. Doesn’t mean it is right.
Scene: At work, looking over an advertising submission vaguely related to my work area.
Me: This prospective billboard advertisement is sexualising dead women.
Person overseeing the advertising submission: Ah… which advertisement is that?
Me: This one on page 45. You know, some fashion advertisements had to be withdrawn recently because they were deemed offensive for sexualising dead women.
Person: Oh.. um.
Me: What is this billboard even supposed to be saying? Isn’t the target audience young men? Why is there a young dead woman in this picture? And why is she half-naked? What is that supposed to say?
Person: I’ll call them up and talk about that pitch.
Me: Yes, and please let me know the outcome.
10 minutes later.
Person: They said that billboard was only a mock-up and that they’ll ensure the picture doesn’t include a topless dead girl. Would you like your position noted in our report?
Me: Yes please. Note our strong opposition to that image, thanks.
(For the record, this is my one and only feminist victory ever at work. Four years and counting. Go me.)