Professor Carroll patted his arm. "Of course, Professor Walsh. You try so hard. You really do." She opened her leather book again, flipping through pages until she came to the one she was looking for. "Now, let’s see," she said. "What rating on the sexism scale would you say that was?"
Professor Walsh turned a fearful glance to Ms. Hursh, apparently too scared to even open his mouth.
"Alpha Five at a minimum," Ms. Hursh said. "And you have to intersect his white-male-truth-capable privilege as well."
"Yes, yes, Ms. Hursh. It’s not my first time at the scales." Professor Carroll fiddled with her scale for a moment, loading various weights on both sides.