yesterday was a long day and i have to blame a 4-hour staff meeting for the crankiness that led me to erupt at a coworker. there we all were, patiently walking down the Appriciative Inquiry path, when our boss asked a question about donor development and looking 5 years into the future.
it was like i saw the light at the end of the tunnel. it was like the craziness that hits the mountain climber when she's about to return to basecamp - she loses her grip and smashes into her trusty sherpa, killing him and everyone on the expedition with her.
our only male colleague kept saying how we needed to pay more attention to baby boomer women and their issues and i just couldn't take it anymore.
'jesus, i can't wait for their hegemonic grip on our culture to end. like the Greatest Generation, they need to die off. god.'
he got ruffled. 'hey, i'm a boomer!'
exactly, i thought. i said, 'when are we going to stop catering to them and actually think about the future? but no. we'll be strategizing around your needs for the next 50 years and nothing's ever going to change!'
you could almost hear the screech of the wheels as our boss tried to wrench the meeting back on track.
i went home, only mildly repentant that i had just made a 54-yr old guy feel irrelevant in a staff meeting. this morning, crossing the bridge on michigan avenue, i even tried to find another way i could've couched my contempt. but i couldn't.
it needed to be said for all of us around that table. (shrug)
Not Wanting to Be Left Out, Men Find Their Own 'Pause' - New York Times