1. If you were Ethney, how would you try to conduct yourself at the oil company? Would you act differently from your normal personality? Do you think your approach would be successful? Why?
2. What other strategies might Ethney adopt to work with the oil company men as an active member of the team? What are the pros and cons of each strategy?
3. What does it mean to be "true to yourself? Is being true to yourself more important than achieving personal career success in a male-dominated company? Is it okay to enable the continuation of an "unhealthy" work environment for women? Why do you think the way you do about this?
Ethney Gentry was thrilled to have infiltrated the ultimate "good old boy" network, landing a job with a mid-size, Tulsabased oil company. Armed with solid credentials and what she considered the strengths of female leadership-listening, collaboration, consensus building, and organization-she looked forward to her first meeting with the company's first female manager, Alexis Bale, who was about to retire.
Alexis offered a firm, almost painful, handshake and a cup of coffee.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you, Alexis," Ethney said.
"It's Alex."
"Oh, I didn't know." Ethney took a sip of piping hot coffee with a sudden vague feeling of discomfort. The first moments of this much-anticipated meeting seemed awkward and somewhat strained.
"I'll be honest with you," Alex said as she walked around and sat in the oversized chair behind her desk. "You're here for the same reason I was here. When our founder, Champ Luman, died 12 years ago, his three middle-aged daughters, referred to throughout the company as the girls, became major shareholders. They pushed hard for the inclusion of a woman in management. That was me. Now it's you."
Ethney tried to show no reaction as she set her cup on the desk. "Are you implying that I was selected over more qualified male candidates?"
"No. I was not on the selection team. I've seen your résumé and you are an excellent addition to the organization. But qualifications aside, you and I fulfill, shall we say- the 'diversity' requirements for an otherwise all-male club."
Ethney could not believe the undisguised cynicism of the woman across the desk. She was torn between a desire to get up and march out of the office and a desire to stay and hear the entire lecture. She decided to take the high road. "My understanding was that you have been very successful here," she said.
"I suppose so." Alex gazed up at the numerous photographs showing oil rigs scattered across the Oklahoma plains. "I learned to play the game," she said somewhat wistfully. Then she suddenly turned and looked at Ethney. "I'm not trying to intimidate you. But I think that coming in, you should understand some things."
"Such as?"
"Such as . . . don't be too eager with your ideas or opinions. When I started, I intended to jump right in and contribute. The men resented it. I was considered a 'pushy broad,' as one gentleman told me to my face. The reaction to me was harsh. They may have been stuck with me, but these guys could marginalize me; make sure I didn't count, and make sure I knew it."
"What did you do?"
"I stewed awhile and finally tried the opposite tactic. I jumped up to get coffee for everyone. I sought the wise counsel of their opinions before daring to make a suggestion in meetings. I played the female image that was in their minds. I felt like an idiot. I kowtowed 'til I thought I would throw up."
"How did they react?"
"I was no longer marginalized. But I wasn't respected either. I had quietly stepped back and accepted my place."
"Why didn't you just quit?"
"Because I knew that's exactly what they wanted me to do. And I'm just mean enough and stubborn enough not to give them what they wanted."
Ethney took a deep breath and shook her head. "This sounds like Mad Men in the 1950s. I can't believe men in management act like this."
"Uh-huh. It may be a little better now, but they are still throwbacks to Mad Men."
"So how did you develop this reputation for success if you went from being ignored to being a doormat?"
"Have you met Bill Ledson?"
Ethney nodded, took a sip of coffee and leaned forward, waiting to hear the secret of success.