Caroline suggested I read this slim volume by Virginia Woolf. The work is in the style of a journal, where Woolf muses on the lot of women in the centuries prior to 1928, and how a modest income (then £500, more likely £20,000 today), and a room for solitude would have painted a very different literary landscape.
The gentle ‘stream of consciousness’ certainly made me pause for thought. Indeed why were there so few women in the arts? Woolf surmises how it might have been, the lack of education, the betrothal at an early age into what could be considered servitude, the lack of privacy or funds.
I have written before that I have not experienced sexual discrimination in my working life. Had I been blind to this? I asked a friend who had also worked in IT since the early 70’s and she echoed my experience. Perhaps we made a lucky choice. However, I am more aware now that there is still a long way to go. Will this feed into my work? Maybe.