From a piece by Charlotte Hays that appeared in Friday's Wall Street Journal:
Perhaps the nicest thing about attending the National Organization for Women's 40th birthday event last weekend was that I didn't have to pack a lot of fancy party clothes--the dress code was strictly old feminist. The mindset was of the same vintage. Though there was a "summit" for young feminists on Friday before the conference got under way in earnest (and I do mean earnest), most of the 700 women in attendance were no spring chickens. They were joined at the Crowne Plaza by a handful of hen-pecked, middle-age men, always touchingly eager to demonstrate their ardent sympathy.
(Monday morning at the company water cooler)
Man 1: "Hey Seth, did you see that ballgame on Saturday? Man that guy was throwing some heat."
"Man" 2: "No, I was attending a NOW birthday event with my wife. I don't like sports much anyway."
Man 1 (slowly backing away): "Ummmm...Okay...Well, see ya around."
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