> So it was like finding the right guy (and it definitely was a guy back in those days) for the right job. I almost spit out my coffee while reading HN. “Holy

> So it was like finding the right guy (and it definitely was a guy back in those days) for the right job. I almost spit out my coffee while reading HN. “Holy shit” I think to myself, “the second world war was a boys club!” My mind reels as a I pace the room and look at my Condoleezza Rice and RBG posters. “How many potential career women did WWII hold back? And in turn their daughters and granddaughters from the lack of example and inspiration that those women could set?” I now know that I have a new research project on my hands. The electric typewriter beckons.