Zach, the Manager of the Ridgedale Dairy Queen, was my first boss. He’s the kind of guy that I would avoid eye contact with if I were walking across campus alone, over 6 feet, burly, and with big, curly hair and beard. Besides being physically intimidating, he’s loud, he’s opinionated, the very first day he asked me, “So, Maren, what are your politics?” which, unsurprisingly took me, a mousy Minnesota native, aback. I took my time and answered, he looked at me for a moment before spitting out a long response, but the brief surprise that crossed his face as thought out opinions came out of my plump, female, rosy haired and cheeked self didn’t evade me. Men, no matter how open-minded they they think are, almost always still hold on to the idea
