As PepsiCo’s CEO Indra Nooyi’s tenure comes to a close, business and personal questions collide. Shareholder growth vs. stability. She afforded the latter to the company, yet according to her it suffered at home. Indra said being a mom is a full-time job and she couldn’t do both well. Her daughter as much as told her so. When one of the few women in the Fortune 500’s dwindling list of C-Suite female leads says that, it’s a blow. Even if true. Something’s gotta give.
Harvard wants its sororities to be gender-neutral. Everyone welcome. Oxymoron alert! Sorority means sisterhood. Fraternity brotherhood. That’s for starters. Definitions be damned. These exclusionary clubs were founded to do just that. Keep certain people out! Catholics. Jews. Non-jocks. Ugly people. Poor people. So yeah. And. How can you have mixers now? Plus. Aren’t college campuses supposed to provide segregated safe spaces for Snow Flakes?
Sororities used to be bastions of non-micro aggressed against pretty blonde cheerleaders. What’s next? Sad Glee Clubs?
Melania creates a media cyclone. So easily. It’s funny. Where is she after her surgery? Countdown until she’s seen in public. Has she moved back to New York? Had a nervous breakdown? Facelift? Did she run away with Barron back to Slovenia? The conspiracy theories abound. And. Feminists who hold women’s voices as so valued are saying that she has no brain of her own. She is controlled by Trump. Her staff needs to tell her what to do. Really?
Then she wears a jacket with a cryptic message on the back. The press goes into a tailspin. As expected. Melania is just a terrific troll. Love it.
I hear the sound of glass ceilings shattering all over the place. Where is the celebratory reportage? Yelling yay from the balconies? Women taking over the top jobs at the most unlikely places. Gina Haspel, CIA Director. Suzanne Scott CEO at Fox News. Okay. You say Faux News. But. It still kills in the ratings. And. Stacey Cummingham, New York Stock Exchange President. The feminists’ silence is deafening. Except for Hillary’s never-ending wearisome whining.
Oh. And. Only Brainstorm. Never Green Needle.
After reading all of the gushing articles about how Meghan Markle made America feel good again, time to return to reality. Despite the beautiful choir rendition of Stand By Me and the rousing sermon by the Chicago bishop, invoking MLK. Gotta say. Meghan wore a veil over her face. When Harry lifted it she gave herself over to his royal family structure. She had to leave her career as an actress and her country to become a British subject. Okay a Duchess. But still. She curtsied to her new boss, the Queen.
Meghan is no longer an independent American woman.
Have we reached the tipping point? Predictable backlash moment. Vester v. Brokaw. Even if all of what the former anchor alleges against veteran journalist Tom Brokaw were true a couple of decades ago. What justice does her so-called accusation achieve today? He is not Cosby nor Weinstein. Nor even Lauer. Every unwanted advance that could have been tactfully dealt with at the time is not a crime worthy of the death penalty. To career. Reputation. Family.
Not a fan of lunch with just ladies. Have to dress up. Makeup. Pink tablecloths. Perfume-permeated rooms. Boring menus. Power business lunches used to be de rigueur. With women. And men. That was fun. When I was young. There I said it. Hate shopping, too.
However, 150 years ago women couldn’t go out to lunch unaccompanied by a man. Right, Mike Pence? Until Delmonico’s held a luncheon for women in 1868. This week Gabrielle Hamilton has created a menu to commemorate this milestone at Delmonico’s for a Ladies’ Lunch.
Nice. But. No. Won’t be going.
Blood, Bones & Butter, Gabrielle Hamilton
Hamilton’s book is a Glass Castle-esque memoir. She was a line cook at Curtis & Schwartz Café in Northampton while at Hampshire College. She’s the acclaimed chef-owner of Prune in the East Village today. BOOK-TREKS.com