I'm surrounded by the humorless politically correct at work. Most of the women here are definitely the Vagina Monologues-types.
Out of all the women in my office, I'm the only one who knows who won Super Bowl III, and the only one who doesn't know what Jennifer Aniston was wearing at her last award show. I kind of like it that way.
The Jets beat the Colts. I still remember the film of Joe Namath after the game waving his finger in the air.