Marissa MayerBy Nisha Chitlal
When I was twenty-two, I was working as a strategist at a digital agency, and I went on a business trip to Miami to give a presentation to a major Fortune 500 client on our recommendations for the company's social media strategy. For weeks, I brainstormed ideas and slaved over creating the perfect PowerPoint deck for the meeting. The presentation, which I participated in with three more senior colleagues, went well. Afterward, as one of my colleagues and I waited for a taxi back to our hotel, my coworker, who was in her early thirties, congratulated me on a job well done and asked, "By the way, how old are you?" When I responded that I was twenty-two, her tone changed. She immediately squealed, "Oh my God, but you're such a baby! And they're letting you present to clients!"
Whereas a minute ago, she had been impressed with my presentation and my composure in front of major clients, now, having found out my age, she suddenly could only see me as just anotherRead More »from Why I Never Tell My Coworkers My Age