Yesterday at break time, for the first time in probably a couple of decades, the men outnumbered the women. It was 6-4. Two of those guys come to the office only one day a week, but still. The other men travel a lot, and frequently, I’m the only guy at the break table. So yesterday was a treat for my longsuffering self.
I have solitarily endured numerous breaktime conversations pertaining to gardening, home remedies, parenting woes, hygiene products, etc. So it was nice yesterday, with the preponderance of testosterone, for the conversation to focus on sports, with accompanying grunting, snorting, and general Neanderthalism. The women, for once, had to endure.
I hope my stereotyping doesn’t come across as sexist, though it most blatantly is. I will now continue through my day, confident that whenever I ask one of the gals for assistance, I will be met with a stony, “I’m busy. Find somebody else.”
