I recently attended a public meeting, and a beautiful woman in her seventies stood, greeting people as they entered the building.  She looked really together, not one hair out of place, coordinated clothes, and shiny shoes, perfectly applied lipstick.  The woman stopped me as I passed through, and started grilling me.  Did I know what the meeting was for?   Was I new to the protocol, familiar with the issues?  I was smiling, answered yes, I was familiar with protocol.  She started oppressing me, took my arm, as if to stop me.  I realized she wanted to boss me around, especially when she pointed directly to a seat.  “Sit there.”   That gave me pause.  The meeting was open seating. Continue reading “I’m tired of fixing” »