The post card arrived…
I had banished him, if not in the real world at least from my immediate surroundings. I didn’t think he’d have the nerve to show up again. But he did, today, in the form of a post card. It was sent from the hell I banished him to. His hell where woman were strong, powerful (much like some are today) and held high ranking positions. He was a lonely slave boy, punished for his view of women. Picturing them in aprons and being subservient, no matter who they were.
His postcard was a drawing. He had sketched himself in a blue polo with the company logo emblazened on the front. He was sitting at a meeting table, directing those below him. From the look in his stare I could see he was the leader, in charge. He had learned nothing from the hell I sent him to. No matter how many years have passed, or how many events and facts came and went, Chauvinistic Pig will always have a place (even if small) in companies around the world.
