My Bechdel Test Pass Life: a day at work

[azurelunatic]

I don't actually know the answer to this question, which is why I'm devoting an entry to it now, and may re-visit it. Would Alison Bechdel's friend Liz Wallace be able to watch a movie about my life?

Obviously I am not the only woman* in my life, and not the only woman of significance -- there are more women around me than just bit players; there are women who I introduce to my other friends by their names (or unique monikers for privacy purposes). Unlike The Shawn Era, I'm doing pretty well here.

I talk to the women in my life. Perhaps not all of them as often as I probably ought (I should call Mama sometime that I'm not hair-on-fire busy) but I do talk to various people, and fairly often for me, even if it's not all that often for each of them.

I talk to the women in my life about things which are not men. Let's explore today.

I talked with norabombay about an entire array of mostly-not-men topics, including dogs, work/job-hunting, food, cooking, and various shenanigans. I'm not sure if His Crumbliness came up at all today.

I talked with my Overlady at work! Mostly this was about the Upcoming Event, but we had a good long debriefing about a number of other things. I think there were two conversations about men: the Stage Manager hasn't given me back my highlighters yet ("Order another set.") and that our Grandmanager's response to seeing me in tears that one time will never not be funny. (There was something stressing me out which touched on work, he was the first work person I ran into, I started to cry, and his face went through this incredible series of truly hilarious gymnastics, which were entirely worth the price of admission.) (The irony of the fact that I'm illustrating the fact that mostly we didn't talk about men, by enumerating the men we did talk about, does not escape me.)

The interlude where I retrieved a co-worker who was in town from Israel for the upcoming Thing, and whose meeting got canceled thus leaving me in charge of Monday's hospitality, and all the related conversations and introductions don't count, as that co-worker was a man.

All of the deeply hilarious administrivia related to the Upcoming Thing counts, because it's the Upcoming Thing, and most of the people I was speaking to about it are women: my Overlady, her Understudy, my manager, the other manager with the fabulous sweater -- we had a great old time making sure that stuff was ready and organized.

I had occasion to be pretty fabulously organized about office supplies. This entry is not the place to go into detail, as it was in support of a talk for some male co-workers.

On my way home, Nora and I talked again, about anything and everything as usual. After I got home and started poking Twitter, amyty and I discussed the fitbit.

And so, to bed.


* For practical purposes.

Comments

[silverflight8]

I think one of the reasons the Bechdel Test is so illuminating is that in real life, if you are a woman, then you will pass all the time. (Well, as long as you're talking to people; if you're not, then the test doesn't really work.) It's that contrast between real life (women talk about everything under the sun) and media (where they only talk about men) which is what the test is highlighting.

[azurelunatic]

Even when I'm not talking in person, there's always IRC, Dreamwidth, and Twitter. Talked to denise about Dreamwidth? Pass. Pass. Pass.