In an effort to pre-empt all the "yeah, but"s that this sonnet invites, I invented the foot-sonnet... LEAN IN Are you sitting comfortably? Then lean in. Once upon a time there was a table Where it happens. All the seats were taken While we women were off menstruating, So we waited, brought the drinks and snacks And hovered in our heels and push-up bras Pretending to a winsome cluelessness, While they made laws and wars and wrote out cheques. But we took notes. And when the moment came, We’d take it: nothing beyond sacrifice To prove ourselves as fully man as them: We’d fight, pollute, exclude and brandish choice With laughter, all to gain a seat or two – And after, who knows what we might not do.† † Sure, many men have led with wisdom and The best of motives; many women feel Empowered in a push-up bra and heels; Our bodies do not warrant being scorned, And nor do acts of service for the sake Of others. Free market economies Have made the poore...