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Instability

Well, this was too offensive to pass up. Now the Associated Press has decided that having a child creates instabilty in the workplace:

ABC News Anchor Elizabeth Vargas Pregnant
By FRAZIER MOORE (AP Television Writer)
From Associated Press
February 10, 2006 12:07 PM EST

NEW YORK - ABC's "World News Tonight," scrambling to fill the gap left by its injured anchor, Bob Woodruff, is facing further instability: Elizabeth Vargas, Woodruff's co-anchor, is pregnant.

http://www.mercurynews.com/mld/mercurynews/entertainment/gossip/13840712.htm

Love it. Now thousands of women all over the world are going to find their bosses, editors, CEOs, etc are little less sympathetic tomorrow when they ask for maternity leave. Hey, if the AP says it creates instability, then it must be true.


Comments

Andie D. said…
What the *&%$?

I was afraid to tell my employer that I was preggers with my first because I thought they would think I wasn't serious about the job. As if wanting a family and wanting to work simply couldn't happen.

I think that employers are getting better about realizing that people have families, and need a balance. But there is still that old stereotype out there that says you should pretend not to have a family if you want to get ahead. B.S.!
Bec said…
Glad you're back and nice to see a bit of working mother outrage can get you to post!

More of us should sue the bstards, that's what I say.
Manhattan Mama said…
I would love to sue the bstards Bec! I know it's been bad taking these crazy breaks. Let's all chant YLM YLM and hopefully my London compadre will post again!

Hey Andie. I completely agree. I think that if I am working a 9 to fiver again, and end up going for baby due, I would handle things MUCH more differently: namely assuming things will go bad for me, and be very very protective of myself......

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