I came into work this morning and realized that the tables had turned.
We used to be a department made up entirely of girls. We openly discussed menstruation, breast exams, pregnancy, and leg hair at our weekly meetings.
But now we are five boys and nine girls. And although the occasional placenta discussion still comes up, the boys have staked out their own obnoxious territory.
On the departmental dry-erase board, I saw this message: "Farting is the most fun you can have with your own butt."
A girl did not write that. I'm sure of it.
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