You may have noticed that there is a hint of feistyness in my tone. I’m sure there are many other adjectives to be used (i.e. snarkiness, sarcasm, sass, etc) but we’re sticking with feistyness. My execution of the art of feistyness has been practiced and honed over many years, so please don’t try it at home, unless you have a spotter named Sven. And if he’s tall and has nice teeth, please send along his number.
My latest training ground was a scary place named Earthbound Wireless*. It was a jungle filled with MIT PhDs speaking in their odd tongues and drawing Magic Eye-like images on white boards. For a while, I was the only female in this strange world, which tended to resemble a nerdy fraternity, so I needed to use my “feistyness” to blend in and survive. For example, at our first lunch together I was met with the question: “What type of bees make milk?” While observing the snickering natives, I knew it wasn’t something obivious. “Boobies” they exclaimed with the excitement of teenage boys seeing a bra for the first time. It was going to be a tough road.
I like to think I showed them the ways of the pop-culture world and how to socially interact with the members of the fairer sex, but without more training I fear they might slip back to their, how do I put it….”unique” ways.
(* Some names have been changed to protect the “innocent”)
