Wander Woman

TENA Tribe, or a Growing Revolution?

After I completed a speech for a large audience of women, a line quickly formed, blocking my exit from the stage. A slim, stylish woman in her fif-ties grabbed me by the wrist and declared, “I’m a Wander Woman.” She proceeded to tell me about her adventures in what she called “job tasting” as she had tried out many professions in her career. She never suffered long in a job that didn’t provide enough challenge and advancement. She now successfully sells marketing services to corporations. She thanked me for affirming the sanity of her zigzagging path. The next woman appeared to be in her early thirties. She invited me to a happy hour with her “all woman–all geek” networking group. The third woman whispered, ...