It didn’t take more than a few sessions for my new therapist to ask me a delicate question.
\n\n“Katie … do you have a problem with men?”
\n\nI wanted to say no. After all, brilliant, kind, fantastic men have long surrounded me at home and at work. The therapist in question was himself a man, and one I didn’t think twice about confiding in.
\n\nBut if I’m being honest with myself, my therapist, and you? I do have a problem with some men. And it started with WIRED. In 2009, I got my first job interning and later reporting for WIRED.com. The publication in that era was enthusiastic about technology, and about the innovators and visionaries defining the future. For decades, WIRED eagerly reinforced the narrative that the vast majority of those geniuses were men: One 2010 analysis found that since its founding in 1993, WIRED had published 70 covers featuring at least one man. In that same span, the magazine published four covers—yes, four—that celebrate women for their professional accomplishments. I can’t remember working with a single female editor during my first stint at WIRED. I do, however, remember a 40-something male editor asking “where’d the legs go?” when…
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