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Saturday, June 29, 2002

Company

Where I work, all but three of the 150 employees (if you don't count secretaries and accountants, most of whom were taken long ago) are male software and hardware engineers. The company next-door does multimedia and is awash with female writers, editors, photographers, artists, musicians, and who knows what else. And yesterday, a sunny Friday afternoon, for the first time since we found ourselves neighbors out in this otherwise empty place, we all met for a picnic and games on the grass behind our buildings. Expectations were high is some quarters, very often, I'm afraid, in hindquarters.

Food, drink, a football game, tug of war, a live "Irish" fiddly-diddly band, a DJ. Even, said the official plan, dancing, which is � someone here looked it up � to move one's feet or body, or both, rhythmically in a pattern of steps, esp. to the accompaniment of music. Perhaps even with women. I didn't stay late enough to see whether this fantasy of dancing could be true. I'm content to imagine. But I can affirm that eyes were boggling at the sight of young women actually prancing and laughing where once only male coders roamed. And though it's raining hard again today, summer is young.

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