To a small percentage of chauvinistic boys at WWDC,
Yes, I am a female. Yes, I am an engineer.
While we’re at it, I also have a master’s degree, and I wrote my first program when I was 10 years old.
I’m sorry, does my existence threaten you? Good. People like you shouldn’t exist in this industry anyway.
There’s a part of me constantly reminding myself that I used to be a dancer. And I used to be a pianist. I used to be an artist. Used to being the operative phrase.
“Well, Jessi, you are still an artist! I mean, you design for a living!” one could say.
But it’s not the same. That uninhibited creativity does not exist in that world, and it’s sad to know that my fingers no longer tickle keys the way they used to; and my feet no longer glide as smoothly in those ballet shoes.
Here’s to the adulthood that adolescents feared would one day come.
Dusting off mental cobwebs
Just wrote some code for a login page prototype using only notepad. Whoa. I am embarrassed to say it was harder than I thought it would be. Who would have thought you can grow so dependent on color-coded, error-catching code editors?!