The Case Against Fox News
Years ago, I briefly considered a job on a different career path. A person whose position made him a gatekeeper for that job had contacted me to ask if I was interested in being considered. He suggested we meet to discuss it, and named a restaurant. When I arrived, we had a respectful conversation about my qualifications. Then, his hands reached and landed squarely on my leg. I removed them. He suggested we go to my place, and I said no. When I went to hail a cab, he grabbed my shoulders, turned me toward him, and pressed his lips and tongue onto my mouth as I pulled away. As I closed the car door in his face, he asked me to send him materials that would support my application. I sent them. Soon afterward, he proposed that we date. I responded that our relationship would never be more than professional. He accepted that, and continued in the next months to encourage me to seek the job, even introducing me to people he thought could help me. But I stopped considering it and didn’t look back. Several factors contributed to my loss of interest, including my contentment with the job I already had, but one was the downside of having to navigate the professional yes alongside the romantic no.
