True story: In a hipster enclave of Carroll Gardens, two Ivy League-educated 23-year-old women, recently acquainted, are chatting amiably about nothing in particular. One of them happens to bring up an amusing workplace confrontation she'd had with a much older, irksome colleague. She says, "The way he was talking was unbelievable—he actually referred to me, to my face, as a 'little girl.' Half of me wanted to be a good feminist and call him out, but the other half just wanted to giggle into my sleeve and gossip about him later, so that's what I did. I think he's sorta beyond consciousness-raising at this point." Strangely, an awkward silence ensues. The other woman's brow furrows; her eyes cloud over with confusion and dismay. And then, voice faintly timorous,... More >>>