After the clip, I was raging. The way in which the video played into my sense-making process set my meter for gender injustice into the flaming red danger zone. Just when I was considering taking a bathroom break to escape the room, Maimunah (Mai), the conference chair leaned over and whispered in my ear: “Would you mind leading the discussion panel after this tape, and talk about patterns?” “I don’t think that is a very good idea.” I whispered back.
