I am so tired of being interrupted.
The other day, I was in a meeting with two male colleagues, who, if you asked them, would tell you that they are passionate supporters of women and male feminists and whathaveyou. I have no doubt that they really believe it and, to be honest, they are not bad guys.
But boy do they love to talk. LUUUUUUUUUV to talk. If the act of talking had a body, they’d be up in its orifices 24/7.
It was hard to get a word in edgewise. If I managed to start speaking, I would immediately get talked over.
The thing is, when I constantly have to fight to say something, if I am constantly getting interrupted, I become physically exhausted, as if I’d just been running.
At some point I leaned back, crossed my arms, and stopped talking altogether. I don’t think they noticed at all.
Sorry, men, but so many of you can be so fuckin’ exhausting so much of the time.