There are so often ladies, regardless of what sort of shoes they are wearing, need to go head to head with a world administered and kept running by men. My experience today is one little model that mixes on the numerous others every day to disappoint even the most grounded women’s activist heart. This evening I was hanging tight for a trip back to DC in the American Airlines Admirals Club and chose to appreciate a mixed drink. In any case, the (female) barkeep educated me that she didn’t have the elements for the amaretto harsh I had requested. Don’t worry about it, nothing unordinary there, I would simply arrange something different. “What would you be able to make that’s fruity,” I inquired. “Nothing really,” was her reaction, “just the hard stuff.”