Dear Ivanka Trump,
I hear you’ve written a book about working women. I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you work hard. That may very well be true.
Before I read this work meant to inspire me as a working woman and mother, please let me know if you have any other qualifications to tell me what it’s like to be a woman that works.
- Have you ever had to fill out a job application or go on an interview?
- Did you ever have a job that wasn’t working for a company that wasn’t owned by you or a family member?
- Did you ever have a boss that didn’t respect you? (Father – Daughter quibbling doesn’t count.)
- Did you ever have HR tell you that what was happening to you couldn’t possibly be gender related because your supervisor was a woman?
- What was your lowest salary, and did it pay you per hour?
- Have you ever had to go back to work crazy soon after having a baby because you’d have no way to feed or house said baby otherwise?
- Have you ever had to stand for eight hours a day with only two 15 minute breaks?
- Have you ever wondered where your next paycheck was coming from?
- Have you ever had to go into such debt because of your healthcare issues that 15 years later and some moderate work success you’re still in the hole and will be for years?
- Did you ever have to buy groceries with a credit card because you were between jobs?
- Have you found yourself in a dead end and abusive job that you can’t leave because the job market is crap and you’d lose your house?
- Does your childcare cost threaten to break you on a monthly basis, leaving you to calculate if one parent would be better off not even working, and instead becoming caregiver?
I’m thinking most of your answers will indicate that your journey does not apply to mine and most American women. I think your carefully curated life doesn’t qualify you to even hint at how I should approach work, much less how women who have truly pulled themselves up from nothing should.
No, thank you, but no. I will not be reading your book.