My gals take time out of their busy cleaning, cooking and child nurturing schedules to report local and national news. A few even try their little hands at writing sports, even though don’t really know all the nuances men do, and I end up correcting their innumerable mistakes. Yes, they burst into tears when that happens, but otherwise they remain cheerful and polite even in the face of adversity. Plus, they make a mean cup of coffee for me every morning!
Sure, they make less money than the male writers, but that’s just the way of the world and I can’t do anything about it. (I have bigger fish to fry, what with the Pirates looking for a new manager and all.) But I reward my gals each day with a big hug and a kiss.
I only hope that, someday, the Post-Gazette will learn to appreciate women as much as I do.