I look really young. Like I’m 40 but routinely pass for early 20s or even late teens if I do my makeup with that aim.
I get carded buying alcohol a lot. I hated it until I was about 27, and it really started to make me feel great! Especially once my gray hair started growing in (I dye it regularly so nobody really sees them, but I know they’re there). If all you’re trying to do is guess how old I am from how I look, I will love your answer.
But people often judge my experience or expertise as if I am only as old as I look when I am really twice that age. I hate when people assume I’m the office assistant or new hire when I’m the Assistant Director. I had physical therapy for several months due to a chronic shoulder injury, and the old ladies there loved to tell (not ask) me that physical therapy must be so easy for me as if my joints aren’t fucked and my pain and effort aren’t real. Still pisses me off so much.
And don’t get me started on the creepy old guys who see legal jail bait…eugh.
There’s a lot of micro-aggressions and straight up aggressions in this post, but honestly your comment strikes the biggest nerve for me. It genuinely shows that a portion of the world don’t consciously see women as business owners
I look really young. Like I’m 40 but routinely pass for early 20s or even late teens if I do my makeup with that aim.
I get carded buying alcohol a lot. I hated it until I was about 27, and it really started to make me feel great! Especially once my gray hair started growing in (I dye it regularly so nobody really sees them, but I know they’re there). If all you’re trying to do is guess how old I am from how I look, I will love your answer.
But people often judge my experience or expertise as if I am only as old as I look when I am really twice that age. I hate when people assume I’m the office assistant or new hire when I’m the Assistant Director. I had physical therapy for several months due to a chronic shoulder injury, and the old ladies there loved to tell (not ask) me that physical therapy must be so easy for me as if my joints aren’t fucked and my pain and effort aren’t real. Still pisses me off so much.
And don’t get me started on the creepy old guys who see legal jail bait…eugh.
I started my own company, with my name on it. I want to punch old white man who asks if “Mr Alcaran” is in, or if the owner is my father or husband.
I once did an interview with someone who asked me if this was my internship. He didn’t get the job.
Xi thinks you should get a male dog or cat. When people ask for Mr Alcaran, show them puppy pictures. “Isn’t little Mister Alcaran a good boy!”
There’s a lot of micro-aggressions and straight up aggressions in this post, but honestly your comment strikes the biggest nerve for me. It genuinely shows that a portion of the world don’t consciously see women as business owners