I eschew clubs. Even book clubs annoy me. (I can always predict who will love a book and who will hate a book.)
I don’t think it’s a Groucho Marx quip (“I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member.”)
I just dislike exclusivity and sameness is a snore.
But, when I was told about a local website for women whose sole purpose was to share beneficial information, I thought “why not?” I had no idea there was a vetting process. I thought I had to fill out a form, send it in and voila! I’d have access to this “beneficial information.”
Alas, I didn’t pass muster.
The reason: I don’t have the right zip code. (ZIP…CODE!)
This is a subject near and dear to my heart as I am a great champion of having a big bandwidth, both professionally and socially. The most connected and fascinating people I know can talk to anyone about anything. They know how to get in touch with anyone. They’re the people you call when you or someone you know needs help, advice, wise counsel, and perhaps an introduction to someone who can provide a job lead or a fabulous math tutor.
The illustrious group that denied my application worship at the shrine of tiny bandwidths. They do not wish to spend time with people who are not like them. I’m guessing they do not welcome being challenged by contrary opinions.
Paradoxically, the website was created for women to help one another. Their intentions were noble but by denying people entry, they’ve kept their network small and minimized the number of people who could benefit.
Is a puzzlement. (“The King and I”)