I was looking for a job in the months after I was married, and I was astonished at the comments. “Wow, what a rock,” said, one interviewer. “Thank you, my husband has great taste.” One HR person looked at my engagement ring, which is really not that big, and said “You don’t need to work, do you?” “Sure I do,” told her, “I’m keeping him, not the other way around.”
At one interview, the hiring manager asked, “Are you pregnant?” I was floored and said, “No. Why do you ask? Is my stomach fat?” The hiring manager said, “Oh, you can’t catch me with that one; that’s like the ’Are my hips too big in this dress?’ question from my wife.” I laughed so hard I thought I would lose it. Then I said, “Gotcha. Now you owe me big, because you just turned this into a sex discrimination case.” He literally paled, and I pealed off into laughter again. I’m pregnant just because I got married? Please. One does not cause the other.