On Vox: Who Wants Some Jelly Beans
We had our company's interdepartmental barbecue yesterday afternoon, and my goodness you would have thought the engineering group was a bunch of kids in a candy store. Consider, engineers work in a mostly male setting with little female interaction and are specialized in a trade that isn't exactly social. So when the finance group, purchasing group, and others showed up--ie - pretty women--we were like: "who are these people?" and devolved into middle school-like chatter. Seriously, I didn't know so many attractive people worked for the company. Surely I would have noticed anyone that desirable working in the same building as me. But somehow this was not true; speaking with the resident gossip monger and fountain of other-people's-information, Red Fox (we'll call him), I was told "you must not get up to the fourth floor very often, huh?" He then went on to list a roster worth of people throughout the event, gesturing this way and that periodically. Which always begs the question why does he know who all these people are, where they came from, what they do, who they're married to, and with whom a scandal is about to break? But I digress. My point is that when one spends >40 hours of his week, every week, in same-sex solitude the sudden appearance of young, beautiful, professional women is astonishing; we forget they exist!
Originally posted on touchlikefire.vox.com