I just wanted to bring up something that happened today at work. No real reason except to rant a bit.
Please excuse me for being a bit circumspect, as I am MtF inclined but not "out."
Some out-of-town consultants, my assistant, and another department manager (all of us male) were all jabbering away in our shared work project area about hunting, fishing, cars, sports, and military service... a continuous stream of stereotypical macho-redneck guy type conversation. I just kept working on my project, but I kept listening, trying to anticipate a response if I happened to be queried...
I was caught when one of the consultants made a statement to the effect, "You know, after a man spends enough time fishing, he begins to realize it's not the fish he's after," with everyone present enthusiastically acknowledging the profundity of this statement. While I can appreciate this pearl of bucolic wisdom, it made me realize how surreal the whole past hour or two of banter was. It bugged me was that I had absolutely nothing I could contribute, as every bit of it was either outside my experience, or of no consequence to me.
I don't know... anyone else get this feeling?