Ladylike
A hard-earned, lifetime's worth of lessons on how to behave.
Cover photo Ussama Azam, unsplash.com. Background music ©Dana Whittle, sound effects from the author's archives and freesound.org. Theme music My Radio’s Frozen ©Dana Whittle. All rights reserved. Recorded, mixed and mastered at Studio Vizou, Sainte-Béatrix, Québec.
More from the author on https://pasdaccent.com, https://vizou.com and https://medium.com/vizou.
Copyright ©2026 Dana Whittle / Vizou. All rights reserved.
Transcript
Hi! I'm Dana Whittle, born in New England and transplanted to the rich cultural soil north of the border, here in rural Québec. Pas d’accent features stories that I began recording in 2018, and after a pause, brought back to life in 2026 to explore – in no particular order – the cultural intersections of art, music, technology and language from my perspective as a bilingual immigrant in love with the culturally rich community I am so lucky to be a part of. I invite you to "faites comme chez vous" – make yourself at home – and enjoy the visit! And by the way – I love your accent!
Dana Whittle:[theme music]: …find a new frequency, run between you and me, transmission fantasy…
Dana Whittle:It's time for recess on a warm spring day, and my elementary school class is outside in the playground for a welcome break.
Dana Whittle:We girls are gathered together near the paved area that holds the basketball hoop.
Dana Whittle:The boys dribble a basketball below the net.
Dana Whittle:We're not invited or encouraged to do the same.
Dana Whittle:There's a jungle gym, but we can't climb on it, because it's 1966 and we're required to wear skirts and dresses and it would be unthinkable, a bunch of girls hanging upside down, our Carter
Dana Whittle:'s 100%
Dana Whittle:cotton underpants exposed to the world.
Dana Whittle:So we squat down on the edge of the playground, talking, doodling with chalk on the asphalt.
Dana Whittle:Or we jump rope, a respectable right side-up
Dana Whittle:activity.
Dana Whittle:"Fudge, fudge, call the judge.
Dana Whittle:Mama's got a newborn baby…"
Dana Whittle:But what we really want to do is run up the hillside in the grass like the boys, and roll or run back down the hill screaming . Some of us start to head off in that direction, but the teacher quickly stops us, explaining that it's not a good idea, as the boys might pull up our skirts, push us, or otherwise make life difficult for us.
Dana Whittle:It's much safer to just stay here together
Dana Whittle:in well supervised territory.
Dana Whittle:Sometimes, when we get on the school bus in the morning, some of the boys have pins that they stick in our legs
Dana Whittle:or through our clothing as we pass by to find a seat.
Dana Whittle:If it's a warm day and the windows are open, they'll stand up and spit out the window
Dana Whittle:so that it comes back in a window behind them, hitting us in the face.
Dana Whittle:It's an extension of the spitball assaults that were popular in the '60s, where little pieces of paper are wadded up, sucked on, and spit through a straw–in my day, at unsuspecting girls in the rows ahead of the perpetrator. I've always wondered what it is with boys and saliva.
Dana Whittle:As I scrub the day's residue off the steel grill in the tiny truckstop
Dana Whittle:restaurant where I'm working during the summer of 1976. I'm wearing my scratchy, sweaty, undeniably ugly, white nylon
Dana Whittle:waitress uniform, bought at a nearby K-Mart.
Dana Whittle:I'm the only employee–the cook, waitress, and dishwasher.
Dana Whittle:But at least I'm busy and the day passes quickly.
Dana Whittle:My boss is a small
Dana Whittle:balding man with a scrawny mustache and huge wireframed aviator glasses
Dana Whittle:He's definitely not imposing.
Dana Whittle:Today, I'd describe him as that unremarkable character from an episode of Law & Order
Dana Whittle:who eventually turns out to be the perp.
Dana Whittle:After I've worked there for a few days, whenever there are no customers and the important tasks are done, he invites me to take a short break at the old fashioned diner
Dana Whittle:counter on vinyl-covered stools that spin around.
Dana Whittle:Then he talks about sex.
Dana Whittle:He asks me if I've ever seen a horse penis.
Dana Whittle:I have a horse and he knows this.
Dana Whittle:I politely answer Yes while trying to seem disinterested in continuing the conversation.
Dana Whittle:He goes on to describe how they collect sperm from stallions by sticking an electric cylinder up their anus to make them ejaculate.
Dana Whittle:He employs less scientific terms than I'm using here, however.
Dana Whittle:I mumble something and escape as quickly as possible
Dana Whittle:to peel potatoes for tomorrow's hash browns.
Dana Whittle:Another day, he tells me how every time he starts to have sex with his wife, she claims to hear one of their kids driving into the driveway and jumps up to go look out the window, putting an end to their afternoon delight.
Dana Whittle:After a few weeks of enduring these stories, he approaches me as I cook breakfast for customers who are sitting in a booth not far away.
Dana Whittle:"You know, you could earn more than a minimum wage if you wanted to", he whispers in my ear.
Dana Whittle:I don't respond
Dana Whittle:so he continues on.
Dana Whittle:"If you don't wear underwear, I'd be able to give you two
Dana Whittle:dollars an hour more."
Dana Whittle:What he doesn't know is that I'm already bra-less since I haven't got much that needs restraining.
Dana Whittle:I politely decline, and he grumbles as he walks off, shaking his head as if he can't believe I'd pass up such a lucrative deal.
Dana Whittle:A few days after that offer's made, while I'm sweeping the storage room, he stops me and stuffs four
Dana Whittle:dollars into my apron.
Dana Whittle:I ask
Dana Whittle:him
Dana Whittle:what is it for and he tells me that while I was bent over the sink scrubbing out the large pots we cooked potatoes in, he looked over my shoulder and down my shirt where he could see my bare breasts.
Dana Whittle:I'm living for the summer at the home of my boyfriend's parents, and they don't understand why I suddenly begin calling in sick and eventually quit my job. They just think I'm lazy and irresponsible, but I'm too embarrassed and intimidated to explain this to my future in-laws.
Dana Whittle:After graduating college, I moved to Atlanta, Georgia, where for four years I worked at a company that makes blueprints and sells architectural supplies, as well as what would now be called "quick printing", in those days referred to as photocopying.
Dana Whittle:I end up working in the supply sales department, but I'm trained in every area of the company, including running the warehouse and operating the forklift.
Dana Whittle:I am the only woman in sales,
Dana Whittle:sharing a space with a guy slightly older than me who eventually becomes a great friend and confidente.
Dana Whittle:The accounting department is made up almost exclusively of black women, managed of course by a self-important
Dana Whittle:white man.
Dana Whittle:And the blueprint area staff includes a gang of good ol' boys from the surrounding rural towns, as well as a handful of ex-cons, all men except for one very young, attractive female
Dana Whittle:who acts really tough and won't give me the time of day.
Dana Whittle:My immediate boss is a wonderful person, a retired Air Force colonel who likes to tell me stories about when he was stationed in Japan, post-World War II, flying bombers.
Dana Whittle:He's very open-minded, feminist
Dana Whittle:even, and the first, and to date the last, older white male of this kind who I've ever met on the job.
Dana Whittle:It is he who decides that I need to learn how to do everything, from running the Diazo
Dana Whittle:machines that spit out blueprints to calibrating surveying tools, to filling in for the warehouse manager when he's on vacation.
Dana Whittle:The president of the company is another story.
Dana Whittle:A Texan who refers to all women as "gals"
Dana Whittle:and has an offhand, uninterested demeanor when interacting with his employees, as if we were forever wasting his valuable time.
Dana Whittle:One morning, I find a memo on my desk
Dana Whittle:stating that from now on, all female employees must wear a bra.
Dana Whittle:The memo goes on to explain that going bra-less is a distraction to the men working in the plant.
Dana Whittle:I can't imagine just how they're going to verify and enforce this rule.
Dana Whittle:I know from first-hand experience that
Dana Whittle:bra
Dana Whittle:or not, simply being female is enough of a distraction to most of the men working here.
Dana Whittle:Walking from my sales desk to the warehouse, which I do frequently throughout the day, is guaranteed to provoke catcalls, whistles, and comments.
Dana Whittle:I blush, grit my teeth, and play along, willing myself to be one of the guys, a good sport, so that they'll
Dana Whittle:like me.
Dana Whittle:When we are one-on-one, I actually do like most of the offenders, including the actual ones
Dana Whittle:But despite that, I never get over my discomfort.
Dana Whittle:These men seem to believe that it's their birthright to be able to harass any female passing by.
Dana Whittle:About once a month, the heads of the various departments get together for lunch at a local strip joint.
Dana Whittle:Inviting along their favorite subordinates.
Dana Whittle:My boss never attends these lunches, but my sales colleague is under pressure to go
Dana Whittle:I'm the only woman in the company with a job at this level and I am not
Dana Whittle:invited, which is just fine with me.
Dana Whittle:The first time my colleague comes back from one of these lunches, he tells me how shocked he was when a topless waitress
Dana Whittle:served him his beer, leaning over and brushing against him with her bare, dangling breasts.
Dana Whittle:The others made jokes about his innocence, this gentle guy, happily married to his childhood sweetheart, with two kids, in a home he built on his daddy's farm.
Dana Whittle:After they finish their hamburgers, the waitress comes back and sits on his lap, while the other men laugh uproariously at his obvious discomfort.
Dana Whittle:After four years of marriage, my husband abruptly leaves me
Dana Whittle:for an older woman.
Dana Whittle:The same night he announces that he wants a divorce, he also suggests that we can still sleep together on occasion, because don't I agree that the sex has always been good?
Dana Whittle:Following the divorce, I decide it's time to change jobs as well.
Dana Whittle:I'll need a bigger salary to survive on my own.
Dana Whittle:In the state of Georgia at this time, a married woman's property is legally 100%
Dana Whittle:the property of her husband, which means that he's able to cash my checks at our joint account, but I cannot cash his.
Dana Whittle:Even though we applied together for our credit card, it's I who have to reapply for a new one and open a new bank account.
Dana Whittle:His changed financial situation isn't even a consideration, although mine is clearly worrisome.
Dana Whittle:I scour the classifieds and apply for a sales job at an offset printing company that specializes in packaging, passing the first interview with flying colors.
Dana Whittle:On the advice of all the guides out there about how to interview and what to disclose,
Dana Whittle:I've decided not to mention that I'm in the midst of a divorce, although it's in an uncomplicated one, as we have no kids or property to argue over.
Dana Whittle:I don't want them to think that I will be emotional or unbalanced, characteristics regularly attributed to women, and traits that might make me appear a bad risk.
Dana Whittle:I'm excited to be invited to a second interview
Dana Whittle:where they tell me that it's now between me and a man.
Dana Whittle:They tell me about the program they're developing to get more printing contracts with fast-food and large-scale retailers.
Dana Whittle:It will be my job to travel to the west
Dana Whittle:coast about once a month to help get things up and running with these new clients.
Dana Whittle:I'm excited and have my fingers crossed as I leave the second-round meeting.
Dana Whittle:A few days later, I receive a call asking me to come in a third time.
Dana Whittle:Yes!
Dana Whittle:Things are looking good.
Dana Whittle:The salary is nearly double what I've been earning, and I'm excited about the job.
Dana Whittle:When I arrive in the office of the vice president, the man
Dana Whittle:I've been interviewing with all along, he seats me and then informs me that unfortunately
Dana Whittle:they've decided not to hire me. When I ask why, he gently explains that he doesn't think my husband will be happy about the amount of travel involved.
Dana Whittle:He doesn't want to be responsible for creating marital stress. I don't dare tell him about the divorce now because it will look like I was hiding something important during earlier meetings.
Dana Whittle:I finally give up trying to find a job in Atlanta.
Dana Whittle:and move back north, where I eventually end up working for a major monthly magazine based in Boston.
Dana Whittle:I'm one of two mid-level advertising managers and have my own office.
Dana Whittle:The man who has the "sister" job to mine is younger than me.
Dana Whittle:He has an office right next to mine, and all of his written communications are typed up by a staff secretary.
Dana Whittle:I'm required to type up all of my own work, in addition to taking and typing up regular dictation from our mutual boss, who despite being an Ivy
Dana Whittle:League alumnus of the company's owners, must have flunked English because he's incapable of putting together a comprehensible sentence.
Dana Whittle:He becomes angry when I correct his syntax as I type up his correspondence, and forces me to restore his letters to their original
Dana Whittle:illiterate state.
Dana Whittle:Fast forward several years
Dana Whittle:and I'm now a freelance designer and have just completed the design of an album cover for a local band.
Dana Whittle:The lead singer comes over to my home office to pay me for my work.
Dana Whittle:He turns to my husband and asks how he would like the check to be made out.
Dana Whittle:I'm also a musician, and it's the gazillionth time
Dana Whittle:in my long career
Dana Whittle:that during a soundcheck, the soundman asks my male bandmates what we need, despite the fact that I'm the band leader, its manager, and booked the gig.
Dana Whittle:He spends 15 to 20 minutes minimum on each male player getting their instruments to sound the
Dana Whittle:way they want.
Dana Whittle:When it is my turn, he grudgingly gives me about three minutes and argues with or growls at me when I ask for something different.
Dana Whittle:While the sadly popular saying of the moment seems to be "I wish I had half the confidence.
Dana Whittle:of a mediocre white man", I think I would swap the word "confidence" for "respect".
Dana Whittle:As a child, a teenager, a woman, a mother
Dana Whittle:I've been subtly or not so subtly
Dana Whittle:reminded that I must not lead, command, insist, resist, protest, remind, correct, debate, win, or object–activities that are frequently revered in men.
Dana Whittle:Despite my at times
Dana Whittle:"best efforts" to remain ladylike, I've rarely succeeded.
Dana Whittle:You know, sometimes it almost makes me wish I were a man.
Dana Whittle:If you made it this far, maybe you enjoyed this episode will be back. Pas d'accent is a produced by Vizou, otherwise known as Dana Whittle. The theme music was written, performed and produced by me at Studio Vizou in Sainte-Béatrix, Québec. You can find more info at vizou.com and pasdaccent.com.
Dana Whittle:[theme music]: …there's nothing coming, in but the snow and the sleet and wind, cause the window's stuck open… find a new frequency, run between you and me, transmission fantasy…
