Where, O Where, Is My Girl-Boss?
Many social movements fail because people are generally unwilling to make sacrifices for the causes they claim to support. We have a society full of “word warriors”, people who love to wear t-shirts and put up signs, talk about what they believe and post about it online. The use of Twitter hashtags for everything is a paradigm example of what I mean. Change doesn’t happen on Twitter. To change the world, you have to be prepared to make big sacrifices in your real life, to stand up for ideas and principles when it is difficult.
I’m not one who believes in this idea of eternal sacrifice peddled by most of our politicians these days. This is one of the reasons for Donald Trump’s success. He never talks about “future generations”. He’s selling people the dream of a good life NOW, whether or not he can deliver. Obviously, we have to act responsibly to the future, but if EVERY generation is living for their grandchildren, who ever gets to enjoy life?!? I believe in enjoying life. But to solve the problems that prevent the masses of humans from being able to enjoy the products of our progress, we have to be willing to confront the problems we have with strong ACTION. Being a word-warrior is not enough. Marching in an occasional rally is not enough. We have to practice what we say we believe in our everyday lives. And that is expensive.
When I say I’m committed to ending patriarchy and supporting a girl-led future, I really mean it. Why do you think despite the fact that I went to college with some of the most powerful people in the world and made millions for corporate America, I’ve been pushed into the gutter by the patriarchal system? They know I’m a dangerous enemy and they are fighting back. But I believe we will win. Girls will win.
I’m putting my words into action in various ways. First and foremost, as much as I need to find work, economically, intellectually and emotionally, I am standing by my commitment that I will only work for girls, either a female-owned company, or a female supervisor at a female-friendly organization. If women are to close the economic power gap, which is a big part of the gender power gap, there have to be smart, talented men who are willing to work in support of girls. Believe me, Boy World wants me back. They may be acting like I’m disposable right now, but they know how capable I am. They are just trying to break me to the point that I’ll cooperate with them in using my preposterous and indefensible criminal conviction to discredit the movement to protect girls from violence. It’s a big game of chicken, and I’m not swerving. I won’t go back. I’m in this fight to the end.
I’m committed, but as I’ve said in other writings here, girls have to step up and start helping me fight. I’m your best weapon—a man who could have climbed to the top of Boy World but decided to side with girls, even after all that has happened. Surely, in a city as large as San Diego, there has to be a female-owned small business that could use someone with my skills, knowledge and experience. Maybe even a Jewish girl-owned business! And right now, if it’s a girl asking, I can be hired CHEAP! I’ll work for decent housing. I’d like one of these Hollywood girls to give me a screenwriting job, but if Scarlett Johansson wanted to hire me at minimum wage to stand on a wall in her house so she can throw grapefruits at me, I’d do it. She’s tiny; she probably can’t throw that hard.
Yes, I’ve got my legal issues to deal with, but it remains my belief that as soon as ONE person, certainly if it is a girl, raises their voice on my behalf, my legal problems will disintegrate like sugar cubes in hot coffee. Or, if you’re someone rich like these MAT Girls, you just get your best lawyer to give me one day of their time, and we can handle it.
The ideal situation for me would be to find a female lawyer to work for. I have extensive work experience in the law, combined with the fact that I learned a lot going through my own criminal case. If only I could get Jennifer Gerstenzang to quit the San Diego Public Defender’s Office and give being a private defense attorney another try with me as an assistant. I don’t really know if she’s a good lawyer or not, but she’s so cute.
I’m not going out on any kind of limb in demanding a female boss. I’ve done it before extensively in my career. I worked for ten different female bosses, most of them lawyers. While I had some great male bosses, I far preferred working for women. I only ever had one bad female boss, and it merits mention that she was a butch lesbian who thought and worked like a man. To be clear, I’m pro-LGBTQ, and at the same job, I had another lesbian boss who was super-cool. But I mention that to say that I feel this woman’s generally non-feminine approach to life, combined with other personal issues she had, restrains me from counting her against the general excellence of female bosses. Actually, I did briefly have one other nightmare female boss. I started making plans to quit after the first staff meeting where she introduced herself as my new department head. She was THAT bad. She was Swedish LOL. I don’t know anything about her sexuality, but she too displayed all the negative professional habits of a man. I have enjoyed working for girls before, and I WILL work for girls again. I’m actually working for girls right now, but I am UNDERPAID.
Today, I even updated my LinkedIn profile statement to specify that I’ll only work for girls. So I’m serious. If you are a girl interested in my skills and background, look for “writer Michael David Boyd” on LinkedIn. I mean, I went to STANFORD and I DIDN’T play sports, so that should speak for itself. As I explained in earlier posts, I am estranged from my family and I do not want to be associated with the Boyd name any longer. Eventually, I intend to legally change my name to simply Michael David, the name under which I write this blog. But for the time being, I’m still known professionally by my full name.
You girls need to take out the Great Expectations soundtrack and listen to the song “Breakable”. I’m a resilient human being, but I have my limits. I can’t go on much longer stuck in this cycle of going from staying in cheap hotels to living on the street, under physical and emotional stresses of monumental proportion, with no social or emotional support network. I feel like the line from the Tupac song Blasphemy, “God’s coming, She’s just taking Her time...”. I hope she doesn’t arrive too late. It is time for this ordeal to end, before there is nothing left of me to save.
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