Call me a radical cross trainer. In the 70s, I’d had my fill of homemaking classes so MADE the school let me take Agriculture. The male teachers didn’t appreciate me in there so wouldn’t let me weld projects because it wasn’t ladylike but had me teach the boys to weld. Go figure that out. I still think it’s hilarious they had to go back to the architect to add a girls’ restroom and changing room to the new building plans. Of course, today, why not change clothes right there in the middle of the classroom and line potties along one wall, huh.
Yes, thankfully, daughter doesn’t have to rely on millennial boyfriends to change her tires.
I’m not a big fan of dykes but I am a big fan of capable women.
Couldn’t have crossed the Oregon trail with these snowflakes of today.