I was a PhD student and he is a postdoc. We were friends. At least, that is what I believed us to be. Until one day he expressed his romantic interest in me. I rejected his approach, saying that I am not interested. That day, I went home and...
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Let’s Try a New Experiment: Self-Awareness
I was enrolled in a seminar about experimental literature where the Prof. encouraged the students to share their own experiences and feelings. During a class discussion on a novel described by its author as a ‘feminist’ text, the female students criticized the novel for the lack of attention the...
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...
Who Washes The Coffee Cups After Meetings?
This is the story of me, and all my women colleagues. In every meeting, of whatever kind, the male professors never wash the dishes, the coffee cups, they take their computers and bags and leave, often not even thinking what happens to the post-meeting mess. Sometimes they make sure...