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Women in the Know
Enlightening the clueless
Why is it that our knowledge and opinions are still so readily discounted?
Especially in areas where we are the clear experts? Like DUH! Our own bodies. Or how we experience the so-called change of life.
If you had a dollar for every time you had to clue in the clueless, including things they should have known, how rich would you be?
Like the time I told the tenderly young ticket taker, how to correctly pronounce the name of the French film on the marquee.
Or the time I had to remind my lawyer there’s no ‘S’ on the end of my last name.
Or when I suggested to the clerk at the Information Station at the British Museum that instead of directing women to the downstairs Lady's Room where the line of full-bladdered females went all the way back up the stairs and then some, to have them take the lift — -not to be confused with the ride-share company, Lyft, which is spelled with a ‘Y’ and they don’t have over in England anyway — to the fourth floor where not only is there no line, but they can see a fantastic collection of the mid-century artist, Kathe Kollwitz’s evocative drawings of between war Germany close up. Not five deep like in the Egyptian mummy exhibit.
