Hot chocolate would be my preferred seasonal drink even if eggnog weren’t the grossest beverage on the planet (which it is). When I say hot chocolate, I’m not talking about those Swiss Miss packets you dump into water. That doesn’t count. I’m talking about rich, creamy, made-with-milk, chocolately hot chocolate.
OK, picture this: It’s 6 a.m. It’s dark and kind of cold. It’s a Monday. You are already at work because you are a newspaper reporter and you sometimes fill in on the super-early cops shift. What are you drinking?
Go, ahead: Ask 100 people the “Disney vs. Pixar” question. Most will say Disney, and not because it’s what they grew up watching or because most people can’t name a Pixar movie besides “Toy Story” or “Cars.”
So back when this topic was decided, it seemed like it would be much easier to make a case for why it is better to be a woman than a man. Then I got to thinking: Someone (Kelsey) saddled me with the responsibility to write about how it’s better or easier to be a woman in the midst of the largest women’s rights movement in about 100 years.