The article "Women Share Working Woes on U.N. Day" (by Kathleen Hendrix, Oct. 26) must be a parody. The plight of these women, for the most part, seems to be that they have to work for a living.
Sylvia Salley claims that she slaved at McDonalds. Slaved? McDonalds, a dark, satanic mill producing food from the blood and sweat of its labor force? Then she gets a 40-hour-a-week job while still in school. How dreary.
After escaping from that death camp, the phone company kidnaped her, gave her lots of money, and asked that she work for it. She couldn't cut it and was rewarded with a promotion and allowed to rearrange her hours to a more convenient schedule. There are literally millions of men who would jump at the chance to have her job.
Rachel Ayala's complaint is that law school is hard.
Jeanette Ellis was a teacher for 11 years and still didn't manage to pay off her college loan.
Sylvia Gentile probably hasn't heard this definition of self-employment--working 80 hours a week for yourself so you don't have to work 40 hours a week for someone else. I just can't conjure up any sympathy for an artist married to an architect who is too busy remodeling to have a child.
Not one of them seems to do anything useful, and they're complaining that life isn't easier.