My third principal refused to take seriously my objection to the yearbook contest electing the female senior with the “best buns.” He argued that “buns” were just body parts, no more suggestive than “best eyes” or “biggest brain.” We wound up shouting at one another in the main office, and I stomped off, realizing I’d lost the argument. (Time took care of the problem, though. The intervening 20 years have eliminated all those sexist contest categories.)
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