It's old news now — but I still don't know what to make of Sheryl ("Lean In") Sandberg's "Ban Bossy" campaign. As a woman, I figure I should at least have an opinion. My husband's response was pretty typical of how men feel. "We call bossy guys [bleep]holes, and they don't care."
But that's just it. Women do care.
In case you missed it, Sandberg wants "bossy" expunged from everyday discourse. She isn't seeking to ban bossiness (she cops to being a fairly big boss-pot herself) but to raise awareness that the unflattering adjective is code for traits that we find attractive in men and off-putting in women. Indeed, both men and women use the word as a weapon against the "weaker" sex. Better not be bossy, girl, because if you keep it up you just might get passed over for that promotion.
I agree that we underestimate the power of words to perpetuate simple-minded stereotypes. Gender is complicated. But will banning "bossy" change behavior? I have my doubts.
Sandberg admits she was lucky to have parents who encouraged her grand ambitions. I was lucky, too. My mom sacrificed her career for marriage and hammered into my head that I must not repeat her mistake. Sent to an all-girls school, I was spared the humiliation of boys shouting out the answers in math class and stealing my Hula Hoop on the playground. I had no clue that hard work wasn't always equitably rewarded.
Yes, I was lucky. Entitled is closer to what I felt, not that I was aware of that, either. As managing editor of an influential business magazine, I was quite the anomaly in the late '70s and proud to be a woman in a man's world. I still cringe when I remember my passionate defense of the traditional use of the pronoun "he" instead of the newfangled "he or she," which offended my finely tuned ear. I was "a word person," not a woman. Besides, everyone knew that "he" (like "man" and "mankind") is all-inclusive.
My male colleagues must have marveled at my tortured logic. I wonder if they sensed where it was coming from — that I'd always wanted to be one of the boys and was damned if I was going to let girls into the locker room.
The women's movement reformed my sexist tendencies. I now cringe when I see slippage. We seem to think it's OK when adult women are referred to as "girls." There's even a TV show by that name. Is the trend a sign of progress (we're beyond all that)? Again, I'm not sure.