Leda Writes for Fintech Futures: the F word

Dr Leda Glyptis 11:FS Foundry CEO
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Every Thursday, Leda Glyptis, CEO of 11:FS Foundry creates #LedaWrites. This week she returns to the topic of gender.

A few weeks ago, I posted a blog about why I avoid talking about gender and prefer representation to panel debates.

I got attacked for my feminism being the wrong type or at least of the wrong intensity. By a woman. A few days later, I was attacked for being a feminist at all. For insinuating things I had not said, suggested or believe in. By a man.

All bases covered.

Oh Twitter. How you make unnuanced trolls of us all.

But have I learned? Hell no. Here’s another post about gender. You knew it was coming. Not because I will, all of a sudden, start talking about gender non-stop. But because I feel I need to answer the critics. By repeating myself.

I persist. I am annoying that way.

And as I sit in a tin can, as the song goes, hurtling through the sky, I am forced to share a few very simple observations with you all. Things that shouldn’t need saying at all but after the venomous attacks of the last few weeks I feel I need to say, as the song goes, “four little things”:

  • I have a job I love and the opportunity to do something I believe is meaningful and great. That was given to me by a man (thank you David). What I do in the role is being done by a woman. Gender is irrelevant to both his choice and my performance.
  • I am often in Oslo and walk into the beautiful DNB offices to meet with our partners as part of a meaningful, ongoing conversation through which we build Foundry and the future of banking. DNB has a woman at the helm. And a female CTO. Not their first. And gender had nothing to do with either their appointment or their performance. They also have an army of men and women in a variety of posts, working hard, to build out a vision. And their gender is, you got it, irrelevant.
  • It does my heart good to see these women. It does the little girl I once was a world good to see them. I remember the first time I boarded a plane and the pilot welcomed us over the tannoy. And it was a woman. I remember it. And it mattered. To me. Her gender didn’t make her a better pilot. But it took centuries to persuade the patriarchy that it didn’t make her a worse one. So to the men who chafe at our feminism, ease off. For centuries the world was closed to us. As late as 1975 a woman couldn’t get a mortgage on her own in the UK. The suffragettes were arrested for asking questions in public meetings which was not actually illegal if you were a man – before they took to more radical action that often was illegal.
  • Don’t protect me. Respect me.

Isn’t that what this is about? So to the women who think my feminism inadequate and choose to attack, I understand. But isn’t this what the fight is for? Freedom to be, in whatever way we choose, without constraint, restraint or obligation to live out someone else’s truth?

A few weeks ago I went to see Rigoletto (as sexist and of its time as most opera, to be fair). The performance was beautiful and the Oslo opera house where I watched it, spectacular. And as a beautiful evening came to a close, the conductor came on stage for a curtain call. And it was a woman. And in my 41 years of high culture, this was the first time I saw a female conductor at a major opera house. And my heart skipped a beat.

Her gender had absolutely nothing to do with her performance. Or how much I loved it knowing nothing of her gender.

Yet her gender had everything to do with an invitation. And an affirmation of all we can be. And if that doesn’t matter to you, you are either male or we have started doing something right.

Until the moment where it doesn’t matter full stop, I will still count those firsts. Until there is none left to count.

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