“Those who tell the stories rule the world.” — Plato.
When I was growing up, the masculine pronoun was used to refer to both men and women. This wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, but even as a little girl it bothered me because it made me feel invisible. Was I supposed to be invisible?
We learn to be invisible – to not speak up (and maybe offend people), to not blow our own horns (and be arrogant, obnoxious), to not ask for things (and be selfish), to not expect or demand our true worth (and be golddiggers).
We think our work should speak for itself and then wonder why we didn’t get that promotion.
Our work is also invisible. It’s background: all the stuff needed to keep the show running, so like any other natural resource (water, electricity, oil) it’s expected to come cheap, and only truly noticed when it’s suddenly no longer there.