And I am not making a judgment...before living in the Hoosier Heartland, I worked in Marketing Communications in Los Angeles and Boston.
People are people, professionals are professionals sans gender choice.
I remember a political confrontation in L.A. politics when one candidate accused the other of being racist. The opponent said, "At what time can we just agree that a person, regardless of race, is just a total asshole, regardless of race, religion, or sexual persuasion,"
A story per that concept...a friend of mine, Lizzie, a UCLA psych graduate student, was a bartender/server at a L.A. rock music club.
She happened to be the server at a table with John Lennon (when separated from Ono), Harry Nielsen, and a small entourage.
Lennon was "in his cups" and walked into the women's restroom and grabbed (1970s folks) a Kotex.
Slapping it on his head (for effect?) when she came back to the table to see about any further orders, Lennon said, "Do you know who I am?"
She observed, "You are some asshole with a Kotex on your head who wants my reaction to your celebrity and behavior, thinking I am some dimwitted waitress."
The realty that Lennon didn't figure was that In L.A., people serving you in such clubs could be future music, film, or television processionals learning about the egocentric tendencies they'll eventually have to deal with.
The first time I ever saw her, that was my exact thought!
And I am not making a judgment...before living in the Hoosier Heartland, I worked in Marketing Communications in Los Angeles and Boston.
People are people, professionals are professionals sans gender choice.
I remember a political confrontation in L.A. politics when one candidate accused the other of being racist. The opponent said, "At what time can we just agree that a person, regardless of race, is just a total asshole, regardless of race, religion, or sexual persuasion,"
A story per that concept...a friend of mine, Lizzie, a UCLA psych graduate student, was a bartender/server at a L.A. rock music club.
She happened to be the server at a table with John Lennon (when separated from Ono), Harry Nielsen, and a small entourage.
Lennon was "in his cups" and walked into the women's restroom and grabbed (1970s folks) a Kotex.
Slapping it on his head (for effect?) when she came back to the table to see about any further orders, Lennon said, "Do you know who I am?"
She observed, "You are some asshole with a Kotex on your head who wants my reaction to your celebrity and behavior, thinking I am some dimwitted waitress."
The realty that Lennon didn't figure was that In L.A., people serving you in such clubs could be future music, film, or television processionals learning about the egocentric tendencies they'll eventually have to deal with.
SAME WITH POLITICS!!