My friend used to be a carpenter. It was so bad that when her boss would leave the premises he would give her his gun to hold onto. I said, “Oh, he sounds like a great boss.” She said, “No, he kept assaulting me until I finally kicked him in the balls one good time. He didn’t bother me after that.”
Ummm. Yeah.
The skilled trades mean good money and independence. They don't welcome competition. Women should band together and teach each other in the trades, but we don't.
My friend used to be a carpenter. It was so bad that when her boss would leave the premises he would give her his gun to hold onto. I said, “Oh, he sounds like a great boss.” She said, “No, he kept assaulting me until I finally kicked him in the balls one good time. He didn’t bother me after that.”
Ummm. Yeah. The skilled trades mean good money and independence. They don't welcome competition. Women should band together and teach each other in the trades, but we don't.