Beware, boys
A couple of days ago I was walking along the street, minding my own business with a nonfat strawberry smoothie and a fresh manicure. I was stopped in my tracks, however, by a flyer advertising a manual labor job that was extremely upsetting to me. “Must be able to lift heavy equipment,” the flyer read. Well, I think that’s what it read. It is difficult to recall the exact language, because all I saw was a boy’s clubhouse with scrawled writing saying, “No girls allowed!”









