J’ai trouvé pourquoi il y a peu de femmes réalisatrices au cinéma:
Pour être un grand réalisateur, il faut être barbu.
Scénariste/conceptrice
J’ai trouvé pourquoi il y a peu de femmes réalisatrices au cinéma:
Pour être un grand réalisateur, il faut être barbu.
The New York Times published an article about tv writers who are « new mothers in an industry notorious for its grueling hours and back-stabbing politics. » The article is your usual fare about the difficulties of being a working woman trying to raise kids, but this passage just amazed me:
« Because workplace culture varies, some women had to choose jobs carefully. Ms. Newton, 41, a single mother, froze her embryos when she was 36 and waited for the right show to get pregnant. »
Wow. I am speechless. On the one hand, I have to admire how organized this person is. But there’s something that scares me about that deep, powerful desire to have it all. I keep telling myself « why not? », but still, the idea of freezing your embryos until you find the job that allows you to be a mother is mind boggling to me. How about waiting for the right partner instead with whom you can fully share the care of the kid? (I know, it’s easier said than done.) Don’t get me wrong: I don’t think it’s morally wrong and I can understand the desire to have a great job and to do things on your own terms.
I can’t quite put the finger on what amazes me about this story. Maybe I just don’t understand wanting a child that much.
My beau, for whom everything always comes back to the kitchen, would probably tell you that it’s just my dislike of the freezer that makes me react like that.
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