I donned my trusty pantsuit for an interview where a panel of high-powered legal partners gleefully remarked that my lack of a wedding ring meant they wouldn’t waste their investment on a mom. I wore that same pantsuit when an elderly judge reminisced about the astounding success of his former male clerks while referring to his lone female clerk as “adorably cute,” just like me.
Even when the Virginia bar exam regulations suggested a skirt, I proudly wore my pantsuit. I stepped into court wearing it when a client insisted on firing me, claiming my gender made me too emotional to defend him against charges related to an attempted honor killing of his wife. Day after day, I wore my pantsuit while working for the federal government, earning 20% less than my male colleagues who were less qualified.
I wore it when a senior official from the Bush administration casually suggested that if I had married well, I’d be spared from this line of work. My pantsuit accompanied me when my boss boasted about never facing childcare issues because his wife had the “wisdom” to stay home.
I wore my pantsuit every time someone mistook me for the court reporter, the secretary, or even a social worker. I sported it whenever I was asked to fetch coffee at depositions or settlement conferences. Now, as I head to the library with my husband and two daughters to vote for a woman who has faced her own battles in a pantsuit, we’ll be casting our votes with joy and pride.
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In summary, my journey in a pantsuit has been filled with challenges, triumphs, and unwavering determination. From confronting gender bias to advocating for equality, every day in my pantsuit has been a testament to resilience and empowerment.