Add to ORKG(First paragraph) In the fall of 1958, when I arrived at Stanford University to begin a Ph.D., the all-male faculty of the English department were still grumbling in the corridors about the last woman they had hired. They had found her too assertive, so they did not want to repeat that mistake. Later, at a session on getting jobs, the department chair told us that females would be hired at one level of university lower than what they deserved. In 1960, like the other silent students, I accepted that pattern as the way the world worked. Yet the injustice of it did not escape me. Another graduate student at Stanford told me how, on the day she received her Ph.D., her department chair had taken her aside and said, You know that your husband...
