I am just back from Austin, where I didn’t pick up a temporary southern accent and use it to tell Republican voters that I enjoy cheese grits. Which I do. A lot. However I did learn a ton of stuff, meet throngs of inspiring people, eat my weight in guacamole, catch up with friends, and enjoy a pedicab ride or two.
As a woman, I kind of wondered what it would be like for me. I’ve heard reports over the years of sexism, frat boy antics, and the rare “token women” speakers.
I experienced none of the sort.
(Well okay, there were a few guys stumbling across 4th Street in a free beer-induced stupor. I take it they made it home safely, or at least to the opposite corner where they may or may not have remained for the night.)
So interestingly, I caught an article in my feed yesterday morning called Where Were the Women at SXSW? Continue reading