I'm blogging today from a coffee shop near my home in Southern California. There is an aggressive young Jewish career woman going on and on in front of me. She is interviewing a youg Arab man for some sort of job. It's funny because the young Arab man is wearing clothes like any other kind of young man, and he's still Arab. And this young woman is going on and on and talking and talking, and she's gesticulating as if he were a deaf young Arab man and he's having to make out what she's saying by how emphatically she's poking her finger in the air.
In my day, coffee shops were for enjoying a cup of coffee and a good book, like Valley of the Dolls! And women of this woman's descriptions were called harpies.