B. U. G. S.

Elizabeth says,

If you’re female, sometimes discussing something, even in prayer, with a man/male
presence, can be intimidating.

In real life, sometimes the best way to get through to a male VIP is to go
through his secretary, his wife — or Mama. (This may be an alien concept
to those of you not fortunate enough to be Southerners!)

One things I’ve noticed since my first visit to a Catholic church is that
not having a female presence (Mary) tends to result in a feminized Jesus.

Any orthodox (doctrinally-correct) Catholic church has at least one image
of the Holy Family, which could be considered an earthly Trinity. After all,
Jesus was part of a FAMILY, while He was present in flesh on Earth.

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MY REPLY:

Elizabeth, since I was forunate enough to be raised a Southerner, I used the hell out of it on Capitol Hill.

I would often be put on hold while trying to reach a congressman. Since I was big deal on the Hill, the woman putting me on hold would explain why the congressman could not talk to me. That gave me a chance to ask who SHE was.

“She” was often the office manager for the congressman. All my fellow staffers informed me that “office manager” was just a word invented to make a secretary feel good. If you took a look at her salary you would be disabused of that myth right quick.

Nobody looked at their salary but me.

It is public record, but I was he only person I knew who could look it up.

That “glorifed secretary,” I discovered, was theone I really wanted to talk to.

If I had talked to the congressman, and if I were successful, he would go to his office manager and tell her to remind him of the commitment he had made to me.

IF I was lucky. We had a list of the congressmen who were too drunk to keep commitments after lunch, so my confidence in speaking to The Great One Himself was somewhat limited.

So while other staffers fumed at being forced to talk to “the secretary” I would more often than not get my business done directly with her. I did not need to talk to His Majesty Himself.

The office managers thought I was great.

This is the big leagues, gang, and nobody got to be an office manager on Capitol Hill unless she really enjoyed taking the responsibility herself.

She would get to the congressman in a way I could never do.

And she LIKED it.

After some years on Capitol Hill I discovered that my genius in dealing with “secretaries” was just part of a plot of concocted by the Evil Genius Whitaker.

One day we were dividing up calls to be made and someone said, “Have Whitaker get in touch with her. he’s been cultivating secretaries for years.”

So do you think I said, “No way. What I did was common sense.”

If they thought I was a genius, who was Ole Bob to disagree?