@BarefootBliss wrote:
Do you remember where you were 40 years ago today? I know, I know, many of you weren't even born yet lol.
It was the day of the Live Aid concerts, broadcast simultaneously from London and Philadelphia.
I had just graduated college.
I was at home, living on Long Island at the time. I had pulled my car onto the lawn and I was working on it. I had my boombox on the grass next to me so I could listen to the performances. I kept running back inside to catch the TV broadcast. It was a warm and sunny day. My car was leaking oil and it was found to be due to leaky valve covers. I had jumped over to the auto parts store (I was always the only woman inside) and bought some new cork gaskets and sealant and then to the hardware store for a putty knife. I heard the phone ring inside and I ran in to get the call. It was my boyfriend, wanting to come over and catch the broadcast with me...he was calling to ask about bringing a cooler full of beer and inviting the neighbors. I said sure. When he got there, the hood was up and I was bent over the car, scraping the old gaskets off. My neighbor, a retired cop, walked over to see what I was doing. They both started giving me a hard time, even if in a good natured way.
I had to explain the reality. My boyfriend and I graduated the same prestigious university, the same day, similar degrees....but most men at that time, in that area, were able to walk directly into professional jobs...most women could not. We had another hurdle to clear, another rung to climb. We had to take a typing test, then do admin work for awhile before being deemed worthy of taking on professional work. This set us back, disadvantaged against men of our age and credentials... I hadn't yet reached the earnings of my boyfriend...paying someone to do a job I could do?
not part of my reality at that time.
After I explained my situation....they changed the subject....my neighbor walked back over to his house....brought back some supplies and proceeded to hand wash and wax my car by hand while I worked on it. Sweet guy, that Richie. My boyfriend worked on dialing in the music, getting the beers ready.
We all enjoyed the music...as I said, a great day in music history.
@Minime wrote:
I’m against men in women’s sports, so what does that say Mavi? I’m sure you consider me a lib. You have very linear thinking and assume that everyone else does too - based on political affiliation. It’s hard to take someone like that seriously. Are ‘Long Island liberals’ a different breed than the rest? Not all living there are rich, even to this day, so what’s your point?
I know where I live the honking of horns for Rump protesters is unreal. He has failed with everything he has tried to pull by flouting the constitution and using his political power to enact his own personal vendettas. Why would anyone (with common sense) think that he cares about them? Even his diehard supporters are turning against him over the Epstein files. He thinks he can get away with making his cabinet member take the hit and fight his battles. Blondi got that job based on promises she made in order to get it, and this was one of them. Similar to how RFK Jr. got his position in enchange for his endorsement. Blondi will be ‘hit harder’ b/c she’s a woman, just like Tulsi ‘dingbat’ Gabbard was. They can both kiss their political careers goodbye.
I learned early to stay out of the corporate world. It still hasn’t changed much. After I got the mortgage and paid off my car I started my own business and close to 90% of my clients were women with their own money. It went very well and I sold it 15 years after. I did notice that some of the men I worked with resented paying me more than they made, which made them more difficult to work with. The little digs and barely concealed resentment made it obvious. Never got that vibe from the females. I feel fortunate to have been spared being undervalued in a male dominated workforce, and avoid it to this day.