Prettiest Guy In The Room
It doesn’t seem apparent at first
but as they walk single file onto the “safe walkway”
there is something disturbingly different about the stride.
There isn’t really a swagger, but a sway that
makes those “Big Bill” carpenter jeans seem less like a uniform
and more like hip-ocrisy.
But who’s to say whether there should be some distinguishing characteristic?
Each is required to wear a hardhat to protect the skull that is neither masculine
nor feminine, and the safety goggles have a universal goal of
protecting any set of eyes that can’t see the bigger picture.
I temporarily concern myself with whether or not she would be more comfortable
with pink-laced, steel-toed shoes or a jeweled safety vest,
yet I am reminded that in order for her to be where she is in the first place,
she has to have a strong sense of self and what she’s capable of,
so I’ll just be resigned to make a mental note that
“she’s the prettiest guy in the room.”