"A woman wakes up in the morning in a house built by men. She drives to work
in a car built by men on roads built by men. She enters an office building built
by men and flips on a light switch connected to an electrical grid built and
maintained by men. She washes her hands in a sink connected to a plumbing system put there by men. She scratches her chin and looks around. Her eyes settle on a folding table. Suddenly the janitor appears. She points her finger and says, “Bob, would you please move that table over there.” Her work day has begun. And so it goes. She thinks she’s at home. She really believes her job involves nothing more than telling people what to do all day. Put the socks in the
hamper, walk the dog, don’t forget your gym shoes. That’s it. That’s work. If we
relied on the work accomplished by women we would be living in caves eating cold
seeds. They don’t get it."
