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Mapping Stars

Interesting story about the unseen contributions of women. What is sad, in many ways that could be a story of our times too. In business, women are left to do the hard, unrewarding, behind the scenes work for which they are not recognized. If done well, it's no big deal - was too trivial to begin with. What is hardly if ever mentioned is how that job came to become the woman's job in the first place. Often because men were talking about doing the work but not actually doing very much. Posturing is enough if one is a man but not so for a woman - she actually needs to do what these ladies were doing. The real, unglamorous, tedious work that someone else can take credit for. 

This is not to say life works the same way for all men and all women - very far from that. There are plenty of women who play the man's game better than a man - a lot of bluster and no action while looking smart and competent. They move to the top even quicker than their male counterparts. That is the best of both worlds infact. Conversely, there are men who toil day in and day out in the shadows with no one ever noticing their efforts until they retire and go home for good. The majority experience is aligned closer to the story of the women who mapped out 400,000 stars.

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