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It's about the work - gender differences in the classroom

Flashback Friday, a column on feminist notions...

Working with large groups of guys and large groups of girls I have noticed that with girls the relationships interfere, with guys relationships don't interfere. With guys it is about the work.

Guys might go out and drink a beer together, but they remain work colleagues, now drinking buddies. Guys don't think that it means more, they don't think it means that now they are friends - in any case the word 'friends' to a guy is a totally different word than 'friends' to a girl. In fact, I think there can be no emotional displays of any kind between men, and then, after 20 years, they sit down and are astounded that they are 'good friends'. Guys don't need emotional displays. They get the work done. They don't have to drink together to get the work done. They don't have to NOT drink together to get the work done.

With girls it's different. The drinking or NOT defines the work. That's how the bitchiness arises. Drinking or NOT means something more, it's laden with... implications. Although I hate this process, it's hard to switch off. I can't imagine that out of my active waking 12 hours, 8 of those I spend isolated in my worky-id? I can't even imagine operating in my worky-id for an hour without needing to break out.

Isn't it odd that when we bring home a report card with two As and two Fs, that our parents ask us to concentrate on fixing the Fs... instead of encouraging us to focus on what we are good at, they ask us to average out. Same in the work environment. The work environment is asking women to put away our focus on relationships (A) (yes! let's debate how women became more emotional... in another column), and focus on money-moving (F).

This is not going to work. Women should stay at home! Cook and look after the kids. I have decided.


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Cinnamon Gurl sparked this off. Thanks. Each week the Flashback Friday: Feminist Edition will feature a story that has something to do with being or becoming a woman or feminist. This series will continue until I run out of stories. I love having guest bloggers. If you have a story you want to tell and you want to be a guest blogger here, please email me; or feel free to link to your own story in the comments.

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