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Am I that single girl who has to sleep her way to the top?

Am I that single girl


“I have a question for you but when I ask it you can never tell a soul.” He whispered quietly across the table.

“Okay!?” Confused and intrigued.

“I don’t think you can handle it though.” He said sitting back upright, with an air of cockiness.

“I’m a big girl I can handle it.” I replied, still confused to why I couldn’t handle a question at a job interview.

“Are we going to go upstairs to one of the bedrooms and take this to the next level?”

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Hold on. Did this just happen? Yes. Yes it did. And he is sitting there with a huge grin. Looking very proud of himself and his power. Wowzer.

In 2016 is this is still happening?

The narrow mindless of some men that a woman is only good on her back and not for her professionalism, intelligent and wit. Or is it a man with the power thinking it is expectable to put pressure upon another human being.

Sexual pressure.

All for a job.

A job that is not guaranteed post deed, but will ‘help the discussion making process’.

In 1928 women won the vote, allowing our voices to be heard about crucial issues involving the country and our futures. But in 2016 our CV’s still aren’t worth the Paperchase paper they are printed on.

“It’s not how far women have come and how far we have to go. It’s how far men still have to go.”

I discuss with some work colleagues about how far women have come and still how far we have to go. One colleague speaks up looking at what I said from an angle I had not even thought of. She completed nailed it. Unlike the interviewer, who tried to nail me.

We have come so far, and day-by-day we are continuing the movement of equality that began years before this generation of women were even born. But men, some men, need to begin taking the steps forward and stop living in 1927.

In the morning of an important job interview. A career-changing interview. A interview for my ultimate dream job. I practice introducing myself. Strong, confidant not too forceful. I go over possible interview questions that might arise. Answering out loud in the bathroom with answers that showcase my ability and personality, proving I am the perfect candidate for the job. I plan my outfit. A smart casual dress with shoes with a slight heel but comfortable. Decide the correct amount of make-up to be worn. Avoiding a smoky eye for the breakfast meeting. Drink a large mug of green tea to calm the butterflies in my belly. Check the TFL app for delays. Pack a condom in my bag along with my CV. Oh, wait, no I don’t. Purely because I have never considered and will never consider banging a possible future boss for a job.

No job beats my self worth.

No man beats my standards and me.

As I am sure you are aware I declined the sex. And was declined the job.

After a few days of feeling depressed that this world is so backwards still, in some aspects I reevaluate what I want in my life and career. Maybe the route I was going down isn’t for my vagina and me. But this is not the only route or path to take. There are options, there are always options. As the sexist blues begin to disappear the paths becoming clearer and new options begin to become clearer to me. These options allow my legs to stay firmly shut and my CV and my well-practiced interview answers to speak for themselves.


I have firmly decided I am not that single girl that has to sleep her way to the top.