like when I drive down to BYU for a professional development class, and see "for rent" signs advertising "Girl's Housing" and "Men's Housing."
or like when my fake-boss at my fake-job orders t-shirts for us to wear, and the women's size extra large, when tried on by yours truly, is like unto an ace bandage wrapped around my chest. Do I work at Hooters now? wtf.
or like when my preferred feminist rage luncher decides to move to damn Iowa. Abandoning me in my rage.....
*edit: I forgot my asterisk and forgot why I had one in the first place.