#GoodRead | Until I was a man, I had no idea how good men had it at work
"Until I was a man, I had no idea how good men had it at work":
The first time I spoke up in a meeting in my newly low, quiet voice and noticed that sudden, focused attention, I was so uncomfortable that I found myself unable to finish my sentence. I was in Boston, working with a crew of rowdy journalists, in a body that was sprouting hair and muscle and looked, for once, familiarly male to everyone I encountered. It was the most alien I had ever felt.
But the room stayed quiet along with me. It was the order of things: everyone in the room waited, men and women alike, for me to open my mouth.