Doing A Phd After An Emba

Today is International Women's Day

Today is International Women's Day, and I'm sad (or angry, I have not decided yet)

I am sad because this morning I heard on the radio women on average are paid less than their male colleagues. And I thought about it. And I discovered that it's true.

I'm in a group of seven people and I'm sure I have all seven of the lower salary.

Even if they graduate (and the only other one is).

Even if I have 10 years of service.

Even if I'm not there when things stop.

Even if next week I must be two consecutive days at six o'clock in the morning because then I go on vacation so things need to be done first (doing them while I'm on vacation it seems we can not do).

I am sad because if I put on a pound, if I have a swollen belly, or whatever, I'm asking them all, even a bit 'scared, if they are pregnant, if you want to do a little brother to my BambinaGrande or when I will.

As if the chance to reproduce was a crippling thing.

As if my life were to only rotate around this. As if I were just that.

I am sad because I realize that it's worth it. That's not enough to work more than the male to get the same recognition.

It takes something else. Not necessarily bunga bunga, let's face it, but frankly not surprising that a phenomenon such as it is so widespread.

And there's little you can do the moralists, gentlemen men, there is little to talk about respect. Why are unable to speak after all. FIRST should avoid putting people in a position to ...

And this is not to say that the girls of bunga bunga must feel responsibility away, mind you, because compromise is wrong.

But it is equally wrong that the compromise is required, and the evidence that is wrong meritocracy does not exist.

And then I would not wish it to women, because objectively, there is nothing to celebrate.

But I leave a flower on my balcony. A flower blossomed after the long winter. A sign of hope.

Edit
March 9 last night on the newspaper I read this article by Beppe Severgnini .
And I photocopied and hung on a cabinet office .... right for you.