I was having lunch yesterday after a round of golf with three professional women friends. I am a retired big firm corporate law partner, and we were discussing things that we experienced or witnessed during the good old days in the legal and business world that would be considered inappropriate today.
“It’s amazing,” I said. “Some men still don’t get it.” I told them about how the marshal at the golf course we were playing recently paired my former law partner (Let’s call her “Thelma”) and I with two men of our generation who were oblivious to the fact that old habits need to be re-examined. They were pleasant, but when we did the customary self-introductions on the first tee, one of them addressed me as “honey” and Thelma as “doll.” DOLL? I had visions of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin with their arms around buxom blondes in Las Vegas.
