… Well, Faye doing Joan.

So, here’s what happened. I was chatting with my friend Will at work today – Will’s one of our graduate students, and he comes by and sits in my office and we chat about various things that have nothing to do with anything. One of the new graduate students wandered in to collect Will for a class they have together, and I noticed that the newcomer had a button on his backpack.

This button, to be precise:

And I stared at it for a second until it came to me: No wire hangers.

So I said, “Oh, I get it. No more wire hangers.”

“Right,” he says.

“You know, I’ve never seen that movie the whole way through.”

And he gives me a weird look, probably not unlike the one I gave to the guy at Stubb’s over the weekend.

And I keep talking. “But that’s such a classic moment, you know? ‘No more wire hangers.’”

Dead silence.

“Mommie Dearest? Joan Crawford?”

Finally, Will, who is one of the very few straight people I know who can exceed me in wit and smartass comments, says, “It’s a pro-choice button. You know, no more wire hanger abortions in back alleys?”

Me: dead silence.

Him: “I think we’re going to go to class before this gets any more awkward.” And they left, but I really didn’t feel that awkward.

I asked four different people about it and they all agreed with my interpretation. Of course, two of them were gay, and all of them are at least my age, but that’s unimportant… Right?

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