The Powerbitches

Abstract

You know when she has entered the boardroom because, unlike the dull thuds of her flat-shoed male colleagues, she walks with an ear-piercing tap. Each pace announces confidence. Her Italian-designed stilettos give gusto to her stride as she clangs to her Herman Miller boardroom chair. When she is challenged, her eyes go white and emit a real “f*** you” glare. Think Medusa. At each opportunity, she speaks with a low yet forceful voice. She chooses her words to match those of her male counterparts. Like a hunter, she masks her true identity and mimics her prey so that it is relaxed and danger goes unsuspected. Then, when the chance presents itself, she lunges at her kill to consummate the transaction. She is efficient and relentless in her pursuits. She is a Powerbitch, a skilled hunter of her own kind.