Good morning!
The first time I heard the term “glass ceiling,” I thought it was a good thing. I was a child, growing up in Germany, and a glass ceiling meant a grow house in a garden center. The glass allowed the warm sun to help plants grow without being exposed to harsh winds and cold. A glass house was a protective cloak to nurture me, not something that would hinder me.
Boy, is she naïve, you might think. You are right, of course. To say that I grew up naïve is putting it mildly.
Growing up, I never thought I was worse off than others, especially men. Men just did more manly things, like being a stockbroker. Women were the secretaries or assistants of those men. That is perfectly normal, I thought.
Yet, for me I guess times were changing.
