Category Archives: Domestic Policy

Equal Pay for Less Work

I had brunch yesterday with some friends: D, C and C’s boyfriend CB.  There was much of talk of work and careers [and a little about movies], and C told us about a friend of hers who has been working in publishing for a number of years, the last 5 of which have been part-time so she could be home part-time with her 3 children.  She and her company have been discussing her possibly returning to full-time, their offer to her being a new title but with a salary only slightly higher than what would be commensurate with her current level.  Her friend didn’t feel the salary was high enough so her company is now looking outside to fill the full-time role, offering a higher salary than what they were willing to pay her.   Continue reading Equal Pay for Less Work

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Standing on the chips on the shoulders of female giants

A friend recently asked me in response to a previous post: “what do ovaries have to do with orders”?  This, right around International Women’s Day, made me think of the gender wage gap, an issue brought up often and passionately, and one that does not have a single simple cause or solution.

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A Brit, a Pakistani, an American and an Indian walk into a Korean restaurant

I went out to dinner a few weeks back with: my boss, P; his friend, F, a Pakistani fund manager; and F’s wife, J, an attorney, to F’s favorite restaurant: Madangsui in K-town.  While F fussed over my dietary quirks [steakatarian = pescetarian but with steak in lieu of pesce] and I tried to placate him by ordering kimchi and tofu soup, drinks and tiny dishes began to materialize on our table.  We all sampled the 20% ABV sake and passed around the banchan while inquiring about the kids, relating Hurricane Sandy stories [F, J and kids live in Short Hills, an upscale NJ suburban town, and had lost power for a week].  After a few rounds of sake and assorted kimchi, we were teased with the arrival of lettuce wraps, scallions and chili paste, whose vehicles still grilled in the pit between us.

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