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Failing to Inspire

When I shared the news of Marissa Mayer becoming CEO of Yahoo with J, I was hoping to illustrate a couple of things -  that women can break the glass ceiling in the technology business and reaching a career pinnacle does  not have to be incompatible with motherhood and family life. What I had failed to factor in, is the obsolescence of Yahoo for kids of J's generation. It is an "old people" website as far as J is concerned and that being the case, the impact of the Mayer news was significantly diminished. I would not be surprised if the exact opposite of what I had wanted to achieve happened. J probably took away that a woman still can't land the sweetest gigs in technology. I don't think she is old enough to understand that it being hired into that position while pregnant is a pretty big deal even if the job is at an "old people" company. 

So much for trying find a positive female role model to inspire a tween.

Comments

ggop said…
Way to get a reality check eh? :)
I wish Ms Mayer best of luck but I have to wonder how she will turn the company around. Yahoo is going to have to really struggle to be relevant again.
Heartcrossings said…
ggop - tell me about it :)She will need to be a miracle worker to be able to make Yahoo relevant again..

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