My sister went back to school this year. She’s pursuing a graduate degree in business administration. Of course, she already created a multimillion business, so academia bullshit doesn’t impress her.
(Why she needs a degree? Because that’s how we are. We spend our lives getting educated. It’s a family thing, and, in larger terms, a Jewish thing. We can’t pass by a door with a plaque saying “get more education here” for love or money. It has magnetic attraction to us.)
This week my sister has been suspended. The reason is that she didn’t do the obligatory training on sexual harassment. What she didn’t know is that these trainings are extraordinarily infantilizing. You’d be ashamed to offer that kind of thing to a bright 14-year-old, let alone to the evening school adults.
“I can’t believe this!” my sister kept saying. “I’m a grown woman. I have children. I make a good living. I get invited to speak all over the world. And here I am, answering ridiculous questions about how putting your hand on a person’s thigh during kissing is sexual violation. What is this?”