An article I wrote was published in a journal recently, and the publisher sent me like 40 copies in the mail (presumably because everyone I know will be clamoring to read my thoughts on corporate violation of international treaties and domestic labor laws in Mexican factories). Brandon Walsh has been really sweet and proud of me, and last night he brought a copy of the journal to bed to do some light reading (ha!). He took a look at the table of contents and then turned to me and said:

"Of course the only woman on here with a hyphenated name is the one writing about discrimination against women in Mexico."

Touche, BW, touche.