Oi, the Old Boys Club

 I love her. Real estate isn't always the easiest as a woman; I'm reminded of this as I meet other agents outside of my brokerage who are still fiercely part of the "old boys club." (Side note: Just want to say my brokerage is phenomenal and so full of love and is not a part of this).

Yesterday a male agent from another brokerage wouldn't let me preview the home because I didn't have a buyer physically with me. But I could tell it wasn't about the rules, it was because I was a woman. Patriarchy reveals itself in minor gatekeeping, talking over you, and micro-invalidations.

If I was a man, I guarantee he would've said, "Sure no problem, it's vacant anyway." But as a woman, I apparently better have a buyer with me because "he didn't like the idea of previewing."

Patriarchy hurts men and women, and it actively stifles the market. That's one less home I'm going to have on my radar for clients, and that's one less agent bringing a qualified buyer to his listing.

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What is a Woman?

What is a woman?

Does she like flowers

Is she softer?

Does she nurture

Does she cook, does she clean?

Is she radiant like an electric storm in the sky

or grounded like a towering redwood

Do her emotions carry depths of the deep blue sea 

Down into darkness, descend into secrets

With ugly things that have never seen the light

Slimy and blobish, they'd burst if surfaced

The shame lay buried in the deepest of trenches

Where only bizarre creatures call home

Do her waters swell like tides upon the beaches

Is she the wind beneath a plane's wings, or is she the violent storm

that rains hail and rips structures into a million pieces

Does she look after others even while she bleeds

or does she put herself first before everyone's needs

Does she dance

Will she play

With role models few and far between,

A woman walks a path overgrown and unseen

So today I ask you 

What is a woman?