In 1963, a girl from the city made a visit to a country town to see some family friends. One of the local boys, a cousin of hers, was instructed to take her out for the day and show her around. She ended up on what was effectively a country pub crawl. When she was telling me the story of how the boys would go inside the hotel while she would wait out in the car, I was understandably horrified.
“Why did you put up with that shit?”
“Darling, it was 1963, women were not welcome in the front bar, and I was just happy to be out! It was a different time.”
Today the second little traveller and I were involved in a conversation about the week.
“You know Mum, how there’s the soccer fields at school?”
“Well, lately, now that we’re all playing soccer, the boys have kind of been hogging the field”
“Oh, that’s disappointing”
“A couple of girls asked the boys if they could play with them and the boys said ‘no, because girls aren’t as good as boys at soccer'”
“Oh, that’s just dumb on their behalf isn’t it”.
“Sure is Mum, because the girls told a teacher and now the girls have a field all of their own, because Mum, that’s what happens when you mess with the girls.”
Have a great weekend everyone. Kx