A half century ago I participated in “Trick or Treat for UNICEF”. Children across the country dressed up in their costumes on Halloween and went door to door collecting pennies for the starving children in Africa. At school we were shown horrific pictures of emaciated African children who looked much like us, except for distended bellies and the flies crawling across their faces. None of us had ever known hunger or want. We were all little middle class American children who had plenty to eat, clothes to wear and a secure home to live in. Even the poorest among us lived like kings compared to those pathetic kids in Africa. We were all eager to help. The situation seemed very simple to our childish minds. There are a bunch of starving kids. We have plenty of food. Let’s send them some of our food. Then they won’t be starving anymore.
I’m watching my wife mow our lawn. She really sucks at it. It’s a scorcher today. I lay back watching her from my shaded lawn chair with a cold bottle of beer pressed against my neck. I am pondering the so-called glass ceiling. I don’t think any rational person can dispute that the glass ceiling exists. Women get paid less for the same job. They are promoted less and it’s harder for a woman to get elected to public office. Even in Hollywood female stars command less money overall than men and their careers start to wane as the age.