I know I'm not supposed to judge. Who I am anyway? Just an average looking woman with average intelligence. But I can't help it.
Last night I went to a presentation on what's driving Houston economics. I thought I might get a story on trends out of it. If I'd understood more of what was said, I might have. Unfortunately, I'm not an economics kind of gal (do you even want to know that I don't keep up with my checking account?), and soon I was floating in and out hearing words like gross products and poundage of containers and the value of rail over trucks and nanotechnology and . . . (I could tell you more if I'd only understood them).
So I grabbed a lifeline. I started studying the panel of over 50, white executives that were pulled together to give us this update.
One guy is with the railroad -- an industry with a definite inferiority complex. He sat, spoke, and looked like the second cousin you invite to Thanksgiving dinner only because you bumped into him at the grocery store with a buggy full of turkey fixin's.
The port authority had more numbers in his head and flowing with increasing speed from his mouth than I have freckles on my body. (And let me assure you that a connect the dots game with me would keep one of us amused for hours.)
I liked the Andy Rooney look-alike. He was on every non-profit board imaginable and had a great voice. But he was the one who kept bringing up nanotechnology. Enough said.
The city rep was the easiest to understand and had a breadth of knowledge that I found fascinating. Unfortunately, he also had a Texas twang that made you think someone was about to come onstage with a banjo and washstand for a little pickin' and grinnin'.
I wanted to understand. I wanted to share the info I gained. But what I did was come to the conclusion that power has many faces, many voices. And many (most?) belong to older white guys.