7th grade was the year parents started dropping us kids off at the mall for hours at a time with some money and a “don’t get kidnapped” warning because they needed us to be loud, annoying, and hormonal somewhere out of the house. I remember being at the movies one time with my girl posse, and I was running it before the start of the movie, and in a fit of swagger I exclaimed, “I need a microphoooone!!!!!”
To which the older lady sitting behind me said–and by older, I mean from a 12 year-old’s perspective, so, like, 20 or so– “No, you don’t.”
Which shut me up right quick. Because I was taught to respect my elders.
Today Andrew and I talk on his podcast about workplace segregation, with a little detour back through the 19th century. Have a listen!