With a tagline like this, you know it’s gonna be good:
Is the Internet and not the washing machine or the pill the technology that finally liberated women?
At the risk of having the tired "humorless feminist" epithet lobbed at me, I haven’t decided if Virginia Heffernan’s column on women and telecommuting in Sunday’s New York Times magazine is meant to be tongue-in-cheek, or overtly serious in its sexism. Take this doozy of a paragraph:
Thanks to the Internet, women who prefer never, ever to leave the house to enter the unpredictable world of vice presidents and printer hubs get to pursue fame and fortune as greedily as anyone. (The phrase, for your records, is “work independently.”) Our vaunted verbal skills come through just fine in instant messaging, and we get to skip the stuff that requires broad shoulders, a baritone and understanding of wolf packs: the dread face-to-face interactions. Sure, all those deals that were supposed to go down on the golf course or at the urinal — they probably still happen there. But now, if we so choose, we have the means to text-pester the golfers all the livelong day. Show them which colleague will not be ignored!
What do you think: sardonic, or is she for real?