I am the only woman in the Aeromexico lounge, which is full before the 6am flights. With all due respect to Persians and grandmothers, I feel like I am in Iran, or 1942.
It doesn't help that it is freezing and I feel invisible in my all-black business suit hidden by gigantic black pashmina. Under the capes instead of jewels and corsets, I have PowerPoint. Today Mexico is cold and dark. Thank goodness I land in the Caribbean in under two hours and have a full day ahead of important men listening to me. I am proud to be a subversive from the north.
