Being a female in a (usually) male dominated kitchen definitely has it's ups and downs. Having to explain- with very carefully chosen words- to male co-workers that, no, please don't hold that walk-in door open for me when I have a free hand, because I've got it. Or, when I fix things, ya know, with tools and stuff, or open buckets for a newbie, the immediate rag fest on whatever said male for having a woman do it. Sure, I can absolutely take whatever quips are thrown at me and return them, and make everyone crack up- because I have to. Don't get me wrong, I can and have thrown down countless sixteens, back to back, and I do not, in any measure, think my work is lesser than my counterparts. In fact, it's better. Because it has to be. Well, that, and I'm pretty fu*king good at food. My question, to the wonderful forum I've found here, is this: Does it ever stop? Is there, at any point, any true acceptance from the male contingent?