This Won't End Well

by Camille Pagán

But now it seems as though just because I don’t drive around town in a minivan and count the hours in espresso shots until wine o’clock arrives, she can’t relate to me.

I thanked her, because even though I think intelligence is mostly a construct made of curiosity, opportunity, and plain old hard work, sometimes it is the thought that counts.

We ask for equal pay and a seat at the table, and instead we’re handed control-top pantyhose and pink wine with cupcakes on the label.