How Are Your Children?

At the new year’s reception of the faculty, I am telling two female colleagues about repeated personal attacks in public and through the grapevine by a male colleague. All of a sudden one of them asks, out of the blue: “And how are your children?”. Upon which I say:...

Hostile Committee

A few years ago I applied for a professorship. I got invited for a job talk, but a few days before I got a message from a colleague from another country that he urgently needed to talk to me. It turned out that he had heard from a reliable...

Professor Mistaken For Secretary

As a ‘young’ female professor in my late thirties I went to the central research office to personally hand in a research project application file on the day of the deadline (a walk around the corner from my office). The (female) secretary behind the counter looked at the file...

Academic or Slut?

In the first month of my post as a newly appointed lecturer, the Director of Research invited me to lunch to discuss new projects, then, half way through, he lent over, touched my leg and asked me if I was a slut. Story signed by : Frances This story...