I can shoot a gun and hit the bull’s-eye just about every time. I can fix my car’s flat tire. I can go into detail about a 66’ Ford Mustang Fastback and how it debuted with moderate trim changes, which included a new grille, side ornamentation, wheel covers and gas cap. I can talk extensively about classic rock bands and how they began. Don’t get me started on AC/DC, this could easily become an article about them. Yet, I can’t get paid the same amount of money at the exact same job as a man. I’m not considered equal as a man.