Nobody Loves Me…

When I was a little girl, I used to recite a poem by Shel Silverstein whenever I didn’t get my way. My melodramatic reenactment tended to get a laugh at the least, and a change of heart if I really worked it. For those of you unfamiliar with the poem, it goes like this:

Nobody
By Shel Silverstein

Nobody loves me,
Nobody cares,
Nobody picks me peaches and pears.
Nobody offers me candy and Cokes,
Nobody listen and laughs at my jokes.
Nobody helps when I get in a fight,
Nobody does all my homework at night.
Nobody misses me,
Nobody cries,
Nobody thinks I’m a wonderful guy.
So if you ask me who’s my best friend, in a whiz,
I’ll stand up and tell you that Nobody is.
Usually at this point, I got my way or made my point, or was chased out of the room with a broom. But I digress. I got the same exact feeling this past week, when I wrote a series of which I was not a little proud and pretty doggone attached. And…nothing.

A few months ago, I wrote a little about how women were leaving the workforce post-recession and the wage gap, instead of getting better, was actually, getting worse. While the article wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, I did take great pains to ensure that women were being portrayed in a empowered and positive light, since so many of my friends and family (me included) have eschewed the corporate world to create vibrant and sustainable businesses of their own, making more money and achieving greater work-life balance than before.

Many took issue with the article (which I LOVE) –not because I am a drama magnet, but because I enjoy seeing people really respectfully talk about issues and moving in tandem, if possible, toward a resolution.

So when I came across an op-ed in Bloomberg which was dismissive and under researched to be sure, I decided to study those studies…and other studies….and some of the links that friends and respected colleagues forwarded after the last article.

In the end, what came of it, was a three part series. I immediately wrote a friend that publishes my work on his very popular platform and asked him to look it over and if it suited, to publish it. He published all of them:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

In Part 1, we took a look at common misconceptions like different fields of study, motherhood as a cause and educational differences. In Part 2, we examined cultural confusions like negotiation tactics and the so-called “danger premium”. We also referenced studies that controlled for all of the above factors to bring the a little wage gap closer to reality than the “77 cents to a dollar” argument that causes so much dissension.

Now, here in Part 3, it’s time to take a look at what’s going RIGHT in the journey to wage equality.

and then…?

Crickets chirped.

Notifications stayed empty.

No one cared.

Other articles, about how to be cool on facebook, how to recruit millenials, how to build a cohesive employer brand etc, have received upwards of 300-400 LinkedIn shares, which for me is pretty daggum respectable. But on the highest rated of the three articles I didn’t even top 40.

Ouch. So…I want to know why. Is it because people want to stay away from a controversial issue? Were the articles too long and involved for today’s “quickie blog post” mentality? Perhaps when I write from an impassioned standpoint, my work suffers and needs better editing? Maybe it’s something I never considered at all. Here are some things I really hope it isn’t:

  • A belief that equal pay for equal work isn’t important
  • A belief that no wage gap exists and thus such articles simply “spin their wheels”
  • You hate me and my stupid writing
  • It was the wrong venue for such a series (even though wages and work are intrinsically intertwined and women make up over 69% of the workforce)

What am I missing? I see this as a great opportunity to grow and I’d really love your feedback. When I have issues that I think are really important and they don’t resonate with my friends and the people I work with, I genuinely want to know why.

Don’t worry about hurting my feelings either, I will just call you and recite my Shel Silverstein poem. Here’s the one I recited when my mom asked me to do chores.

Um PS, that title is total emotional linkbait. Everybody loves me :)

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