As someone who needs a full day to recover after mowing my lawn, I have nothing but respect for anyone who can become an Army Ranger. Park Ranger doesn't have quite the same panache, but that's beside the point. Any woman who overcomes the cultural and physical challenges to claim this title is truly remarkable. The fact that she can break my face off with her little finger is a bit disquieting, but I'll try to keep my distance.
Not having served in the military myself, I can't really talk about gender bias in elite military groups, but I understand that breaking into the boy's club is a huge accomplishment. Breaking into the Coffee House, on the other hand, is usually the result of questionable life choices and a really bad GPS. The door isn't even locked. In the summer, we prop the door open to let the stench out. It likes to run free. Well, it oozes. Okay, it forms a gelatinous slime that glows in the dark, clogs the gutters, and causes sewer rats to spontaneously combust.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. I don't know why more women don't visit.