Since we published this post earlier, this updated version has been written by The Boys’ Club author Wendy Squires.
Heard the one about the female television executive?
Nah, neither did I. There’s no such thing.
This joke may not be an absolute truth but as Sydney Confidential’s Annette Sharp so deftly pointed out this morning, it’s close enough to not be funny.
A couple of years ago I wrote a book called The Boys’ Club, loosely based on my torrid, short-lived experience as a television executive.
In the book the female protagonist worked at the fictional Channel 6, where the only females allowed to the upper echelons of its harrowed halls, were routinely told to “take a bit of sperm for the firm”, “give a blowie” to a problem male talent at contract renewal time or asked if they were “on their rags” for exhibiting consternation.
While every one of these sexist slights has happened to me or someone close in my media career, they certainly weren’t confined to TV types. Not at all. But with that said, holy hell, there sure are a lot of them still roaming the Jurassic park of free to air.
In the new age world, these suit-wearing T-Rexs seem stuck at an evolutionary scale nudging single cell. For them, women need to be “fuckable” to be on air, which can be read as thin, young, not too ethnic (if the boobs are good enough though that can be overlooked) and willing to be humiliated.
Writing of this world stuck in a sexist groove, Annette asks, after viewing of Channel 9’s soon-to-be-aired Australian version of the US series, Celebrity Apprentice: