I live in a male-dominated world. Not the WORLD, but the world as known by Jen Marr. My children are all boys. My closest friends (here) are male. My work-staff at the station: mostly male and all I usually deal with are ... male. NU? Male.

You'd think I'd be set....

...I've become one of the guys.

Without divulging too much, let's take a peak at my day job. Most of you know by now that I have a vomit-inducing-during-the-season-job for the Wildcats (which, by the way were named so because of their performance on the field). The head coach (a guy) has three assistant coaches (all guys), a director of ops (a guy), a video coordinator (guy) and the list goes on...trainer, strength performance, marketing, blah blah blah.

I have learned that there are so really good things to working in a male dominated world:

No one really knows if you have a bad hair day..but if they do, they certainly don't mention it.

they don't know if you've worn an outfit twice in once month...
...shit, they don't know if you've worn the same pants in the same week...

They love you if you provide for them: coffee, cookies, sugar...

If it's PMS time, they just assume it's PMS time.

They think you're smart...well, which I am, but it's nice to know they think so! (Jen, how do you: change the toner, fax a document, etc...)

They think you're smart about relationships...well, one does. And asks my advice.

They don't know the difference between your 'puffy' week and any other. They don't look at you that closely!!

Add to that the love of my boys..

Well, you see where I'm sitting! :)