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My boss had an acquired taste. For a man who did what he did well, it was necessary for him never to lower his standards. I had to only stay with him for a year to realize that he didn’t do one-night stands. The chase was more exciting than the kill. I always saw him get bored the instant he got what he was going after. On one particular occasion, after getting a yes for dinner at so and so from some woman he was chasing via text, he muttered “now I have to find something else to do this weekend.” He already knew the chase was over the moment her text came in. That was how easy women were for him. Therefore, he kept his taste high and sought for those that would lead him on a long thing.
And that was where Clara came in. Clara was a feminist. Hers was no joke. She was the type that could go butt naked before a government building holding a placard while hunger-striking for women’s rights. Men were afraid of her because she had a reputation of emasculating them. But not my boss. He found her amusing. After watching her on TV a couple of times, he decided it was time to dive in for the catch.
“Anna?” I saw him swiveling on his chair with a tickled expression one afternoon. “What do you women fight for?”
“As in, women’s rights? What do you guys fight for?”
I stopped to think. I have five brothers and throughout my childhood, I was forced to fight for everything I got from them, yet I could find an answer to my boss’ question.
“Equality, I guess.”
“Equality in what?”
“In everything. Work place, church, mosque, school, in business, in government, at home…”
“Women have been oppressed for a long time.”
“Really? I didn’t know that and I didn’t know lesbians fought for equal rights too. I thought you guys were so absorbed in gay rights.”
“Sir, I am not gay.”
He sat up. “Point noted. Go to your office, think up some feminist cause the hotel can support, write a brief proposal and bring it to me after work hours.”
My mouth hung open but I knew better than to protest. I marched out, cussing him in my mind…
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