November 5, 2009
I’m here in lovely Washington D.C. for a conference (like Ethan Hunt, I’m only pretending to be a software marketing guy–really I’m a spy). Today, sitting in a panel discussion with three colleagues, I couldn’t help but notice that one of the panel members, a lawyer for a very (very) prominent communications company, was of, well, indeterminate gender.
He/she had super short black hair, but finely groomed eyebrows. An angular face. A very slight build. Large eyes.
But he/she was wearing a black man’s suit [okay, to be clear, which I admit I wasn’t, he/she didn’t steal it from a black man, but rather the suit is black, and seemed cut/made for a man, black or white. Or whatever.] with a red tie.
“Absolutely a woman” I said to the colleague on my left. “I’ll bet you a dollar.”
“A dollar it is” he said.
As I watched him/her move about the room, and then ascend the stairs to the panel desk, I only grew more confident that I was about to be four quarters richer.
Until the moderator, sitting in the center of the four panelists, introduced him/her as “Ed” and described HIS illustrious career.
Chagrined, I pulled out my dollar and handed it over.
And, I swear, at that moment I saw three other dollar bills change hands around the room. At least I wasn’t the only one.