As you know, from time to time we like to see what's poppin' with our friends in the Old Empire. Today, we discover an inquisitor over at AWEB UK, "Constantly Confused" is still living in the 1960s. For starters, it doesn't appear that his office has air conditioning. As a result, he's a little bent out of shape that the ladies have it so much better than he does:
I'm sitting here in my shirt and tie, sweating like a proverbial. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be allowed to take my tie off later provided I then hide from clients like the Phantom of the Opera, but chances are I will have to sweat it out. All the women are swanning in in [sic] their light dresses, bare legged, minimal fabric (sadly only the older women), nice and cool. And I thought sexism was dead in these enlightened times. I'd burn something in protest, but I can't think what.
What a load of crap. Wearing a dress isn't all it's cracked up to be. You gotta keep your legs crossed, your thighs get all sweaty, not to mention that we wear bras which is like a medieval torture device. This is far worse than a shirt and tie could ever be.