“The male humpback whale …” – the male announcer singsongs into the video. I’m already pissed. Biologists studying the male humpback whale. What it’s like for them to sing and memorize songs, how smart they are, these copycats, plagiarizing each other and taking the leisure time to dance and swim, look how strong and handsome and brilliant I am. How elegant and athletic and deserving. “Look at me, look how
When a topic is too political to talk about and why you should anyways
Lucky me! Invited to speak at a local women’s networking group because last year there was standing room only, and who am I to say no to my adorning fans, of which no-less-than half I am related to? Here’s how it goes: the Board presents the topic, and I’m supposed to run with it. Share my two cents, then open the discussion with the people in attendance to share, if they
Trading places: if I were a mediocre white man
If I could trade places for one week, one day even, with anyone, I would trade places with a man. Any man. Except maybe a black man, because, well, you know, times are a bit tough for the black man today. And yesterday. And tomorrow. Especially tomorrow, with the mostest mediocre white-ish orangeman of all deciding what’s what, and which lives matter. But if I could be a man for just