Brown women and big machines…

Before you get some Tarantino-esque B movie reel going through your head, let me start this post on a positive note: It looks like the shop has decided to hire another woman machinist, which makes 2. She is Mexican, and according to Nigel, does not speak much English, however I reminded him that this is one of those assumptions that white people make when a brown person chooses not to speak English, because a certain advantage can be had in a position of cultural disadvantage when people think you don’t understand them.

Anyway, it’s neither here nor there. The point is that there are now TWO SCARY BROWN WOMEN WITH GIANT METAL-CUTTING MACHINES! Dan is afeared of both of them.

Dan: Fuckin affirmative action. It’s bullshit. If this keeps up, the dykes are gonna overrun us.

Nigel: I thought you liked lesbians.

Dan: Pfft. Those bitches don’t have sex. Hell, they probably got teeth down there. Freaks me out the way they look at me.

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Hahahahahahahahahahahaha *breathe* hahahahahahahahaha!

Oh my. I have this wonderful mental image of a harsh-eyed glare from one of the female machinists, arc-welder in hand, suspiciously watching Dan as he slinks by on his way to his station jumping at the snap of the torch as she sets it off just to watch him skitter faster. I’m sure that’s probably not what happens, but gods above, let me dream.

I firmly believe that what that shop needs is more brown women who are skilled with large machinery. If I had the health to stay on my feet all day, I’d take my art-based metalsmithing skills and learn me how to lathe big pipes!