I knew I was excluded and was generally okay with it... Until the kid was about four months old. Family went out to dinner. We were having a good time, baby needed changing, I grabbed him and MY diaper bag (yes, I had my own). I went to the restroom and discovered the only changing table was in the women's room.

I knocked, said hello, and went in. The only woman (teenager? College student? Younger than me, at least) who came in while I was changing the baby was polite and even offered her help.

But this US chain restaurant didn't even consider the possibility that someone other than a woman would change a baby. Come on.

I hear you, and felt it too. And then feminism called and said that's basicaly what it feels like to be a woman, always.