Written Pyramids

The conference center, owned by a policy group, is full of white men in suits, making me very aware that I still cover an old boys' club.

In the bathroom of the policy group, a confident looking woman dressed in black jeans and a black E line NYC subway t-shirt stands over the sink as she carefully shaves her head with a pink razor taken from a UPS box that looks like it contained a care package.

As people rush in and out of the bathroom -- the conference has just resumed--she does not break her deliberate pace and does not make eye contact.

There is surprisingly little hair on the floor.