Waving your willy at drinks after work

My flatmate Rich is an engineer and he often comes home with a dreadful story about how he has to be a man. He knows what’s going on, but he’s unable to throw his hands up and stop playing.

The other engineers and the construction managers and the builders and all the others Rich works with sound like they rely on aggression, shouting, racism and intimidation to get through the day. It’s just the environment, Rich says, as a weak Nazi would have said about the necessity of Jew/gay/black elimination.