Our brothers were bossy know-it-alls, and they did cruel things to us and to animals.
The boys in our class taunted us and always got into fights with each other. They were rude and forever demanding to be the center of attention.
In high school, they became socially awkward, struggled with the material, and became fascinated with sports.
In university, they used pick-up lines (i.e., lies) to impregnate us, seemingly unaware of the immensity of the consequence. In the lecture hall, they were always so full of self-importance, so full of themselves.
So how is it that they become our supervisors, our MPs, our CEOs? How is it they get to be in charge of things? How is it they come to have power?
Why do we think they magically become competent, mature, responsible— When they graduate? When they put on a suit?
Because apparently we do think that. I saw that magic with my own eyes happen with my brother. He graduated, put on a suit, bought an attaché case, and suddenly the world was his. His entitlement.
When did that metamorphosis happen? When did he become so qualified? So worthy?
We commonly joke that ‘B students’ become our bosses, because they’re the ones that go in to business, whereas the ‘A students’ go into the humanities and the sciences.
We’ve got it wrong. The ‘C students’ go into business. The ‘B students’ go into the humanities and the sciences. The ‘A students’ were girls. And they’re nowhere to be seen now.
But it didn't suddenly happen. Their fathers (and many of their mothers) were happier to see them when they were born - or when ultrasound revealed that they were boys. Then they were constantly told how brave and strong they were, then the teachers allowed them to dominate every project and conversation, even though the girls were the ones actually learning and achieving. Their interests were actively encouraged, their activities, like sports, were more highly valued and the systems to show mastery were built to reward their strengths. Their lies still got them dates, because young women were pressured and convinced that they were only valid if they were desired by young men, and they acted in good faith, assuming that the boys did the same. Then they graduated and headed out into a world designed for them, by them. There was never any need to metamorphose; the world was and is already theirs.