In the year twenty-five twenty-five, maybe. How did that song go? Maybe you are not aware, but women also joke around like that — about men. Everything is an

In the year twenty-five twenty-five, maybe. How did that song go? Maybe you are not aware, but women also joke around like that — about men. Everything is an object, everyone is an object, except at companies where you are a resource, just like a lump of coal or something.