Why I Don’t Believe in Women’s Day

I don’t believe in Women’s Day.

Before you get mad, please let me share a little of my own experience — I’ll explain why.

As a adolescent, I spent a lot of time with my father. He taught me to love the outdoors, gave me “the talk,” and played a full time role as my golf coach. He drove across counties and states to fuel a dream which would ultimately never come true.

Dad was my first role model. I still want to be him when I grow up.

Throughout school, I found camaraderie in boys only. Looking back, I’m not sure I could have helped it. It made sense that being seated seated boy-girl-boy-girl was the worst punishment imaginable.

Clearly, men ran things. In high school, our all-male singing group ruled the choir. We were adored, even (especially) if we were terrible.

The all-female group received polite applause at best, even if they were perfect.

And they were often perfect.

My first job was more of the same. If you were a man, you got to run the business. You got to rub elbows with the customers. You got to fit in.

If you were a woman, you got to bring beer to the men.

After leaving work once to hang with some friends, I once said 12 words which make me…