Al and Joe, Henry and Ro

We went to the Highlands this weekend for a night on the town. At a ridiculous, too-loud karaoke bar, I experienced the first advantage of being a member of the fairer sex that I can recall.

There was a $7 cover. I didn’t have cash. There was an ATM inside so I asked if I could come right back up and pay him what I owed. I wasn’t trying to be coy or pull a fast one. He smiled and let me through for free. I stood there, a slack jawed fool. It took me a full 60 seconds to register this and walk through the door.

The next day, feeling the effects of being $7 richer, we ordered half of the menu at Taco Bell.

I’m documenting this so that the next time someone explains to me how much easier it is to be a girl, how we can cry our way out of speeding tickets, short-skirt our way to promotions and generally skate through life unscathed, I’ll remember the time I ate Taco Bell because a bouncer let me in for free.

This has been a story about feminism and fast food.

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