The Old Boys Club

For a long time, all lawyers were men. Although now they've let us women into the club, we're still in the distinct minority. Particularly if you deal in the realm of litigation...

For some reason, the men of this fine profession think that you're some how less of a lawyer simply because you have breasts instead of a cock. I'm not sure of the correlation here. Since when does chest hair equate to the ability to persuasively argue a point? Do balls give men superior brief writing abilities? On what planet does your penis mean that you're a better attorney then me?

I can thump chests with the best of them. I don't need an overabundance of ego caused by too much testosterone for that. Don't let my sugary sweet attitude and ever present smile fool you. I can go for the jugular and I'll take pleasure ripping you to shreds.

We passed the same bar exam. Actually, I've probably passed more bar exams than most. (Hey, why stop at one when you can collect bar memberships like people collect stamps or coins or whatever else people collect?) I'm entitled to some respect.

Don't ever - EVER - call me dear. (Or sweetie, hon or little girl) It's the one sure way to piss me off. It takes a lot to get me mad and you don't want to see me that way.

Whew!

I feel so much better now that that's off my chest. It was such a good day too before that phone call.

I usually deal with nice, normal people - even my adversaries. All the looney toons appear at once though. I think I've dealt with all the whack jobs now. I should have something else to write about by Monday.