The Daily Mail ran a story today prompted by Sienna Miller’s recent comments that there’s no such thing as The Sisterhood. It told the story of Samantha Brick a TV Executive who – after tiring of misogynistic male colleagues, glass ceilings and old boys’ networks – launched her own female-only production company.
Ms Brick was horrified when her Utopian dream turned into a nightmare of hormone-fuelled bitching sessions, fashion spats and endless episodes of crying in the loos. She describes the office environment as ‘more competitive than a Miss World contest.’ No wonder she agrees with Sienna.
But here’s the truth… Some women can be bitchy. But not all of them are. (Just like some men can be bullies, but not all of them are.) Having worked in the PR industry for the last 15 years (a totally female-dominated industry), I believe The Sisterhood is alive and well. It certainly is in Guildford.
My female colleagues are supportive, funny and full of empathy. When things go bad, they are there to pick me up. I can have a rant about work or my personal life, and there they are, heads nodding, eyes full of understanding – calming me down and making me feel better. We share our frustrations about impossible deadlines, lazy husbands and the price of wrinkle cream. We don’t try to trip each other up. We look out for each other. And that makes us happier and ultimately more productive.
For some reason, Ms Brick attracted and recruited the worst examples of female insecurity – ladies that only felt good about themselves when sporting a Marc Jacobs handbag. Women whose self-esteem was so low they called each other ‘pigs’ in order to experience a fleeting moment of superiority. And Sienna has obviously encountered a few jealous women on her travels.
But let’s not write off The Sisterhood altogether. If it weren’t for the girls, work would somehow feel flatter, harder, and much less fun. And I’ve no doubt millions of women around Britain would agree.
Posted by Jacqui
