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Have been reading about the demise of corporate DEI programs but with so much else going on (and not in a good way) in the corporate world, this did not strike me as the worst. Then read this news about the end of a women's only night at college and wondered how board the interpretation of DEI could be and what kinds of losses women and minorities will suffer consequently. 

Maybe requiring new moms to show up to office all days of the week if they want to keep their jobs is aided by the the end of DEI mandates. Wage disparities could continue to grow and can be explained away somehow. Meta's memo which supplied the rationale for ending DEI programs. Once you get past the fluffy, CYA stuff, there is this: 

The term “DEI” has also become charged, in part because it is understood by some as a practice that suggests preferential treatment of some groups over others.

In time to come, the consequences will become more evident. A lot of the DEI programs were hand-wavy to begin so not much will be missed. But attacking what woeful little did exist as "preferential treatment" seems deeply wrong. Every time I am an airport or an office building that has a mother's room, I notice it and it warms my heart. Someone gave this important need due consideration. But it also crosses my mind that the instances are so rare that one notices, its not something to be taken for granted. 

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