The Woman in the Facebook Frat House
At 11 a.m. on my first day at Facebook, the young, plain-looking guys in T-shirts, gazing at their screens, seemed startled — if not displeased — to see a strange new woman in the office.
The only other woman in the office — an administrative assistant — was more animated, smiling toothily as she welcomed me in. She sat in front of a large piece of graffiti art featuring a cartoonish, zaftig woman with green hair who floated above an ominous cityscape.