Man, I Feel Like a Woman

I’m truly touched by the outpouring of concern from my fan base (all 4 of you) regarding my gender confusion and I’m delighted to report that British Airways has found a way to correct all of the information in my account.  Coincidentally, these updates went into effect on January 20…..the same day that women in cities all over the world gathered in thousands to march for women’s rights.

I happened to be in New York City that day and, walking down Columbus Avenue, I wandered into a growing stream of women in pink cat-ear hats and found myself among activists holding signs with slogans that covered a broad range of issues from equal pay to sexual harassment to education . I watched the throngs of women and a handful of men make their way toward  Central Park where the march was to formally take place and although I couldn’t join them because I was late for a friend’s bar mitzvah,  I briefly considered pulling one of them aside and sharing my success in being recognized by British Airways as a bona fide woman.

Realizing that my gender fight was rather low on the totem pole of issues they were gathering for that day, I kept my story to myself…but I’m more than happy to share it with you, dear readers.  If you’d have told me in high school that one day there would be a huge letter “F” next to my name and that I’d be happy about it, I’d have just about fainted in horror.  But here I am, basking in the validation of being recognized for what I’ve always been—a big old “F”.

 

In other news, my tragus (hey!! this is the first time auto-correct didn’t change that to “triage”!! I guess you CAN teach an old laptop new tricks) is healing well and I’m now able to gingerly place my noise-canceling headphones over my ears again.  And not a moment too soon, as I’d just returned from a weeklong trip and about 45 seconds after being greeted joyfully by my sons who claim that they missed me so so so so much, they were right back to arguing loudly in the kitchen. I pulled my wireless Beats right out of my airplane carry-on bag, put those bad boys on and enjoyed the sound of silence.

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