Keith had sucker-punched me once again. I leaned close to Ellen’s face so only she could hear what I was about to say. I got on my soapbox yet again, explaining the obvious misogyny in the industry. It reeked like a rotted skunk. “Let’s all imagine, Ellen, a woman—any woman in this building—pulling that stunt.”
Of course make sure the white man get exactly what he wants although he didn't earn it and barely is an asset outside of being white.
