Look it up

I wanted more information about that guy who worked for the giant search engine company who wrote an idiotic memo about how women can't be eggheady computer geniuses (like he is) because of their biology.  So I looked it up on Bing.

(pause for laughter).

I was going to write about that memo that the Google employee wrote about the employer who was paying him top dollar, but no. Everyone says that Google is the best place to work. From what I read, they deliver your pay in a gold wheelbarrow filled with gold, and every employee gets a massage and mani/pedi at their desk as a French chef prepares an omelet and a baker saunters by with a basket and tongs, handing out piping-hot croissants. Work period is 10AM - 1130, followed by a steam, another massage, a gourmet lunch and some time in an isolation chamber for focusing.

Then it's back to work from 2 - 3, at which time a donkey cart passes through the office and everyone is ridden back to their parking spot, where the Jet-Pac they use for personal transport is charged up, shined up and ready to go.

Off to home, a lavish mansion in California's desirable Tapioca Hills suburb, where a live-in maid and butler await.  Swim? Workout? Polo in the back yard?  Whatever your pleasure, Hazel and Benson are ready to make it yours.  

Later, it's an Italian/American pasta dinner, prepared by Chef Boy-Ar-Dee himself, followed by one final rubdown from Rolf, the genial Swede who goes house to house performing massages on all the tech geniuses who work so hard to make it easier for us to search for pictures of Anthony Scaramucci wearing a propeller beanie. 

And then off to dreamland, in a climate-controlled pyramid, where every hour or so, an automatic spritzer delivers sprays of lavender aroma in the master boudoir.

And this James Damore just had to mess it all up, writing a long harangue about how horrible it is to work at Google.  They fired him, reminding one and all that even though we think we deserve the right to speak out about anything, as long as someone is paying you, they have a certain amount of power to tie a can to you for saying dumb stuff. 

I had a female supervisor for years, and one of her favorite quotes was something her mother said about people "wanting too much butter for a nickel." This guy wanted the great job and still wanted to bellyache and belittle others. 

And then he lit the fire underneath his own pants by claiming that men are better suited to certain techie tasks and saying that women are biologically...well he didn't say inferior, you see; he just said men are better at these jobs, you understand.

As an official Old American, I am often asked for advice by younger people.  Actually, they're asking for me to pass the catsup, but they get a healthy dash of advice with it.

Rules for Keeping A Good Job Until You Have Something Better:

1. Do the job you're supposed to do, somewhere near the best you can every day.

2. Don't publish 10-page manifestoes about how much better your race/gender/faith/generation is better than anyone else's.

And what's more, you'll be a man, my son.