Something seems to have dawned on my boss. “Wait, are you uncomfortable?” he asks. “Porn’s not a problem for me,” I say coolly, which is true. What is a problem is that this is happening the very day I went from underling to executive. It feels as though they were reminding me that above all else, I’m a female body. And it’s not because they’re malevolent men. They just didn’t think, because they don’t have to think.
