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I work with a group of men -- none of whom are married, (I believe being married has a 'humanizing' effect on males), in a fast-paced, high-stress business, trading stocks.. I'm a wonan, and the only black person there. I get along great with everyone, there is no racism, and no divide --these men are equally scornful of anyone they percieve to be weak; their favorite word is "putz", and anything else they feel necessary to the occasion. I am not weak. Ergo, I get respect. I'd like to see the effect it would have if I were to cry whenever it suited me. It's all well and good for a writer to advise women to cry when they see fit -- that is my dream profession by the way -- however, that is an indulgence which should suit the time and place, and in many instances, it does not.