I never really thought about how hard it is to be female sometimes.
While at a newspaper design seminar this weekend, I took a break from pretending to network with professionals to steal some fun-size candies from the huge bowl.
I walked past a nice young lady from another collegeâ€™s newspaper talking to a man from a Palm Springs paper.
I hear this conversation as I walk past.
â€œSo, what are you doing tonight?â€ Palm Springs asks.
â€œIâ€™m sorry, I have a boyfriend,â€ she says.
â€œOh, not like that. I meant business,â€ he says, nonetheless disappointed that sheâ€™s not quite single.
Men are pigs sometimes. I speak authoritatively, as Iâ€™m usually one or both.
This wasnâ€™t a bar, and she wasnâ€™t wearing some floozy outfit. This was a professional conference â€” youâ€™d think whoever she is could be taken seriously and not be hit on.
I thought that itâ€™s the beginning of the 21st century would have meant something. So far, itâ€™s not proving to be a whole lot different than the end of the 20th century.