The drive up to the inaugural Women in Vision Aotearoa conference felt like a test of what was to come. I’m a woman; I can drive my totally inappropriate little car several kilometres on extremely narrow, windy metal roads without worrying whether I’m lost or what on earth I’ll do if another car comes at me, suddenly, from around that next, uphill, 90⁰ bend. Can’t I?
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