When I was researching the biography of Kurt Vonnegut, one of my stops was Northampton, Massachusetts where he lived for a time after his second wife, Jill Krementz, kicked him out. Smith College is there and the campus is militantly feminist and lesbian. Young women actually glared at me. My sin was being a white male.
Anyway, as I was leaving, I got into a fender bender with a young woman who was desperate to pick a fight. As we waited for the cop to make his report, she said to me, “What are you? Some kind of business man?”
Paraphrasing Vonnegut, I said, “I’m a lipstick salesman and I’m dyin’ in this town.”