Dear Life,

Hi. I got that big promotion that I asked you for. I got the job I wanted. I got most of the money I wanted. I got the responsibilities I wanted.Fuck you.

But here's the deal, LIFE: you gave me a job where only a finite number of women hold positions of authority in the USA. In NYC, that translates to abour less than 2%. But I usually like that. It's worked in my favor until now - until I took a position of noticibilaty, as a woman doing work - good work.

Until a man, that is your junior, followed in your literal footsteps to be exact, asks for your career advice over drinks, then drunkenly tells you, you're only where you are because you are hot. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. And when other top suppliers and employees around you agreed or abstained , you broke me.

Did I mention FUCK YOU!?!?! I brought my last property up by almost a million dollars last year, and I GUARANTEE I will do the same in my very new HIGH recognition, position. FUCK YOU. I have Gigantic Blue Eyes. Really Long Blonde Hair, DDD boobs and a Southern Drawal that can both melt and freeze ice, but I am the smartest mother fucker you will EVER negotiate with.

Get over the fact that your predecessor is better than you, So, little man, next time you insult me by saying I am hot and that is why I am where I am, and then asking me to suck your dick - - - please forgive when I rip it the fuck off and remind you where you are.

I have commission to collect, but tonight I can't help crying at how far behind I am as a woman....
Blondie