This is another short, angry rant bit it’ll have to do for today.
The backstory: I’m doing a complete redesign of my fraternity’s website (it’s co-ed, I’m a brother, long story). I might be writing it from scratch, or, to make updating easier, I might to crafting a custom CSS theme to make a wordpress blog fit the bill. I’m taking a semester off (another long story) so I had to ask one of my brothers who is currently on-campus to get everyone’s opinions on certain matters. One big issue was who would be in charge of providing the content. People advocated for either a webmaster-is-god approach, a everyone-should-be-involved approach, or, my favourite, the middle-route where everyone gives content to the webmaster-god, who pastes it into the proper part of the site.
So far so good, right? Well, there was just one problem… several of my brothers were acting like “webmaster” was a gendered term. So they’d say, “Officers are irresponsible, make them go through the webmaster, and make him nag them for updates,” or “Webmaster controls all! He may request input from others.”
Now, it’s stupid at the best of times to just assume that “webmaster” means man. But these people already knew it was me. Which is just…all kinds of special.
I don’t want to overstate this– those were the only two comments that specified a gender for the webmaster; everyone else constructed their sentences so they could use “you” or “they.” But that’s still two out of eighteen, which is not good.
I mean, I love them anyway. They’re my brothers. I even love the brother who thinks I’m going to hell for being gay (and he loves me too). But right now, I’m annoyed with them.
And no worries– I’m not being too passive-aggressive about this. I sent one of those two brothers an email letting him know that I was not pleased.
I’m female. Even when I’m managing websites. It shouldn’t be hard.