“You’re a busy little girl!”
Article in the Daily Mail
When I was small, I often smarted at the injustice of being a girl. Why was my brother taken into the cockpit of a plane, but I wasn’t? Why wasn’t I allowed to join the football game at my summer camp? What infuriated me most of all, though, was being patronised.
I hoped that, as a childhood annoyance, this would disappear as I grew up. Like pretty much all women, though, I discovered that I still had to fight harder than men to be taken seriously, and that even then, people I met for the first time would often patronise me.