Returning through airport customs, a dog sniffed our bags. Meat. Which falls under food, which we did not declare, which is a crime. We went through four agents, each with increasing condescension and intimidation. I seethed. I ran the conversation in my head with different comebacks and rants. I thought of them walking into myContinue reading “Power, Privilege, and Prosciutto”
Why we need male allyship in the workplace, and how to be one.