I have a lot of respect for women.
My mom did most of the raising of my brother, sister and me. While my dad was busy with his work my mom was the one who directed my world: She drove me to Boy Scout meetings, she took me and my buddies fishing and she tried to teach me how to dribble a basketball until she threw up her hands in frustration yelling, "You're thinking about it too much!"
Having said that I have no problem with women in positions of power, management and work. It has always seemed perfectly natural and expected to me.
Apparently not so with some of my fellow human beings.
The other day I was leaving a business and getting back into the radio station van. A woman who looked to be about my mom's age was heading into the business.
"Excuse me," she said. "Are you a disc jockey?"
"Yes ma'am, I am," I said.
"I just wanted you to know that I don't think women belong on the radio," she said.
I can't make this stuff up, I wouldn't dare.
"Yes ma'am, your opinion is duly noted."
"It just sounds strange to me," she added.
"Yes ma'am, I'll tell the boss." I said. What else could I say?
In the early days of radio women may have been singers, commercial and radio theater voices but they generally weren't disc jockeys.
Obviously that's all changed now.
For the record, women on the air are just fine with me.
Long ago when I was a single guy I was listening to a powerful border-blaster radio station from the Mexican side of the Rio Grande.
There was a woman disc jockey on the air speaking in smooth, soulful Spanish, enunciating every word.
I didn't understand a thing she was saying but I wanted to drive south, take her out to lunch, maybe even buy her a house.
Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life.
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