This #iwd I've been thinking a lot about the work I do. I've also been thinking a lot about the micro barriers that make it difficult, too.
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This isn't the first time this happened to me; it won't be the last. For years, other journalists have confused me for a sister or a mom.
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It's a small thing, kinda, but it's happened so many times — this assumption on the part of some journalists that I'm not also a journalist.
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After all, they recognize one another. They wear glass and use notebooks and pens, just like I do. But they can't see me as one of them.
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When I say other journalists, I mean men -- but also, sometimes, some women. Never women of color that I can remember, tho.
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In fact, the only other journalist this week that assumed that I was a journalist was another immigrant woman named Camila. So refreshing.
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It hasn't only been fellow journalists. Recently, I was asked Mayor
@ericgarcetti a question. He cut me off and reminded me:"press only." -
To the mayor's credit, he did allow me to ask my question — but only after I needlessly had to explain that I am, indeed, a journalist.
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I'm very lucky to do the work that I do. But damn. It's difficult sometimes with things that have everything to do with the body I'm in.
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