Click moments:
"In my high school automechanics class, if I do something right, it's called luck; if I do something wrong, I am suddenly representing my sex. Click!" -Shelley Gordon, Huntington, N.Y.
"The other day I passed a group of four- or five-year-old boys. One of them was obviously being teased by the others because he was crying. The tears were not of sadness, however, but of rage. As I passed, he turned to the leader of the group and with a look of pure hatred screamed at him the most horrendous insult he could think of- 'you girl!' Click!" -Christine O'Brien, New York, N.Y.
"At Grantland Pre-School in Denver, the four- and five-year-olds listen to the teacher read stories. The boys sit at one table and listen. The girls sit at another table, listening-and folding towels! Click!" -Bonnie Jameson, Denver, Colo.
Life Impacts:
"Until the Movement and Ms. came alone, I always had a picture of myself as a rather odd type, and let myself be convinced that I march to the beat of not a different drummer, but the wrong drummer." -Ingrid Rosengrant, Mehoopany, Pa.
"One day last week, I pulled up to a four-way stop in my taxi. At one of the stop signs sat a police officer in a chase cruiser, and at the third, a telephone installer in a van. What made the occasion memorable was the fact that all three of us were women. We celebrated with much joyful laughter." -Jill Wood, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
"In the middle of an operation today, I looked around the room--to the first assistant, my scrub nurse, and circulating nurse, the anesthesia doctor, nurse anesthetist, and the patient--and suddenly realized that we were performing major surgery and there was not a man in the room!" -Dr. Martha Hurley, Kansas City, Missouri.
"In my high school automechanics class, if I do something right, it's called luck; if I do something wrong, I am suddenly representing my sex. Click!" -Shelley Gordon, Huntington, N.Y.
"The other day I passed a group of four- or five-year-old boys. One of them was obviously being teased by the others because he was crying. The tears were not of sadness, however, but of rage. As I passed, he turned to the leader of the group and with a look of pure hatred screamed at him the most horrendous insult he could think of- 'you girl!' Click!" -Christine O'Brien, New York, N.Y.
"At Grantland Pre-School in Denver, the four- and five-year-olds listen to the teacher read stories. The boys sit at one table and listen. The girls sit at another table, listening-and folding towels! Click!" -Bonnie Jameson, Denver, Colo.
Life Impacts:
"Until the Movement and Ms. came alone, I always had a picture of myself as a rather odd type, and let myself be convinced that I march to the beat of not a different drummer, but the wrong drummer." -Ingrid Rosengrant, Mehoopany, Pa.
"One day last week, I pulled up to a four-way stop in my taxi. At one of the stop signs sat a police officer in a chase cruiser, and at the third, a telephone installer in a van. What made the occasion memorable was the fact that all three of us were women. We celebrated with much joyful laughter." -Jill Wood, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
"In the middle of an operation today, I looked around the room--to the first assistant, my scrub nurse, and circulating nurse, the anesthesia doctor, nurse anesthetist, and the patient--and suddenly realized that we were performing major surgery and there was not a man in the room!" -Dr. Martha Hurley, Kansas City, Missouri.