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I was 25 when I was accepted into a work- tool & die sponsored program.
1986.
While eating lunch with my fellow machinists at the cafeteria table,
this type of banter between the young & older males was common:
"Damn, girl, you're too pretty to be a dyke what gives?
They'd then start gossiping about the few other handful of women machinists throughout the plant. words like: butt ugly- mustache Molly - Ball buster Betty
They insisted that all women machinists were 'dykes' I never heard them use the words
homosexual or gay. Queer & faggot, yes. Then the conversations would turn to other
frat boy horsehit.
The second week, I ate lunch by myself in my car.
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