My daughter and I waited behind a slew of boys for her turn for a T-ball photo. The female photographer arranged each boy in a batting stance none of them ever achieved during a real game.
The photographer offered sporty words for each player to say while the camera clicked. Say "strong!" Say "fast!" When my daughter stepped up, the woman arranged her, then prompted, Say "pretty."
The WTF that blinded me must be akin to that Smithsonian science writer Rachel Gross feels when she searches for images of female scientists. The WTF that prompted her to write this poem.
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