It’s International Women’s Day.
Today always reminds me of arriving in Rome for the first time and finding half of the city “on strike” (read as: drinking copious amounts of vino in the local cafes and pinching young mens’ bottoms), for the holiday.
That was a fun day.
But it’s taken on a completely new meaning now that I’m the father of a little girl. One that I’d honestly never had to consider before.
As such, I’d like to pause for a moment and thank all the brave, strong, tenacious, and brilliant women that challenged an establishment that looked an awful lot like me, and helped to make my little girl’s future possible.