I write about gender on the Internet for crying out loud!
It is a sad, soul-crushing place where good guys go to die a slow death by way of ignored messages and empty inboxes.
Why do I alternate between playing the damsel and the playing the demanding entitled a**hole? Out here, at a bar or restaurant, I work really hard to make sure that you know we are equals participating in a traditionally unequal transaction.
You don’t order my wine and we split the check because we are peers. I have a job, you have a job, we’re all on a budget, and I did eat most of the sweet potato fries!
I hypothesize that it will feel shitty to spend time on a nice note and to be ignored, but I don’t know, because I haven’t really tried.
I think it’s about time I try to understand my digital privilege. Emily Heist Moss is a New Englander in love with Chicago, where she works in a tech start-up.
I believe exercising those empathy muscles is what helps us be better, kinder human beings, but it’s not fair of me to ask without trying to reciprocate.