"This is a slap in the face to all of my female
friends and colleagues in media. We have worked our asses off to
carve out space for ourselves in publishing."
Dear Stab,
We’ve never met, but I’ve seen you around. You
like surfing and so do I. That seems like the basis for a beautiful
friendship.
There’s just one problem. You seem to be living in an entirely
different decade than I am. There you are, a bunch of dudes,
talking about surfing and ogling the girls. There’s nothing wrong
necessarily with being a bunch of dudes, ogling girls. It’s just
that, these days, it isn’t really recommended on company time. Time
has moved on, and maybe you should, too.
I was pleasantly surprised when a commenter here on
BeachGrit tipped me off that you were looking to hire a
female editor. And a senior editor, at that. They told me to apply,
suggesting that the rivalry between our two publications might
offer me leverage in negotiating salary. I do like leverage, and
getting paid for my work is generally very appealing.
I went to your site to see what you had in mind. I saw no job
announcement, so I dismissed the whole thing from my mind and went
back to dreaming of surf and writing a pitch email for a story
idea. This, in a nutshell, is how I spend my days. I am not what
you call cool.
Then, someone sent me your Instagram post. This stopped me dead.
The pleasant daydream of low-tide Rincon I was enjoying dissolved,
rudely.
https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Aeep2lNC9/
With all due respect, what in the actual fuck were you
thinking?
I understand your intention, I believe. You looked around your
office and realized, well, fuck, we don’t have any women working
for us. You realized that maybe people would think less of you for
this failure. So you set out, as best as you could, to fix it.
But, you forgot to come out of your prehistoric mancaves and
take a look around at what life actually looks like in 2019.
To begin with, it is illegal under U.S. employment law to
discriminate on the basis of gender in a job call. You can not, no
matter how good your intention, say that you wish to hire a woman.
With that, you just made yourselves extremely easy to sue — and
I’ll confess, I would laugh and laugh, if a man sued you for
employment discrimination.
He would have ample
grounds.
In your call for a senior editor, you asked for a cover letter
and a one-minute, to-the-camera video spot. I have seen many, many
position calls for senior editor positions in my time. (To be
clear, I freelance by choice, though I always say, that I would
change my mind if the right thing came along.) I have yet to see an
editorial position that did not ask for clips or detail required
experience. Instead of all that you said, well, just make us a
video.
Surf Publication Seeks Hot Female Editor
That is how your call sounds. A conference room full of men is
going to watch women on video and decide who to hire. Why not just
ask us to send photos of our boobs? In fact, I considered, for a
brief moment, submitting a one-minute montage of boobs.
If you want to hire a female editor, it is not, in fact, that
hard. You could just write a job call, detailing the skills and
experience-level you are seeking. You can even encourage women to
apply without breaking the fucking law.
Here, let me help:
Stab is looking to hire a senior editor to direct its
expanding coverage of women’s surfing in all its many aspects, from
competition to culture. Applicants should have TK years experience
in the media and a bachelor’s degree in journalism, english, or a
related field. This editor will also contribute video content to
Stab and should be adept at speaking on camera. A deep
knowledge of surfing and excellent writing skills required. Women
and other underrepresented minorities are encouraged to apply.
There. That’s it. It’s not actually that hard. And you know
what? If you’d posted your job opening like professionals, you
would attract talented, dedicated women who would make your
publication look good due to their work.
But that doesn’t seem to be what you really want. You want
credit for hiring a woman. And you want your brand rep’d at the
North Shore parties by a hot girl. You want her to raise your
credibility with your male peers. Hey, look who works for us,
aren’t you jealous? And then you can pat yourselves on the back and
return to the Jurassic, undisturbed.
We could have been friends, Stab. Surfing is awesome
and I love it more than is good for me. You seem to like it, too. I
have been to your events and enjoyed your beer and laughed at your
dumb jokes. I’ll confess that I like dumb jokes as much as I like
surfing.
But this is a slap in the face to all of my female friends and
colleagues in media. We have worked our asses off to carve out
space for ourselves in publishing. For too many of us, it has been
a long, shitty battle.
We have sat with a pleasant smile on our faces as less qualified
men were hired ahead of us, over and over. We have picked up
magazines, counted bylines, and found not a single byline, not one,
with a women’s name on it. No women in the photo credits. No women
depicted in the editorial images. Over and over, we have done
this.
Somehow we have survived all this bullshit — and managed in
between it all, to make the stories that matter to us. Not every
time, not every day. But enough.
So I take this one personally — not only on my own account, but
on the account of all of my friends who do this job every day.
We are not here to be your mascots. We are not here to be your
fucking video dolls. We are not here to dance when you say dance.
We are here to do the work. You want to hire one of us? Take us
seriously and make it worth our time. Otherwise, with all due
respect, you can fuck straight off.
jen.