I stare at the commit message: Reverted Jane's changes. Done by Mark, timestamped from the evening before. Mark has done some things that drive me crazy, but this takes the cake. I see him across the office, standing around laughing with some people, so I leave my desk and interrupt the conversation, “Hey Mark, could I talk to you for a sec?” He responds with an offhand, “Sure.” I try to rein in my anger as I lead the way...

I have four male roommates. I love it. I have this need to feel like “one of the guys” - I want to feel that camaraderie, the jokes, the horseplay. At first, they were all careful around me. No pornos on the tv. No weed puns. The one time I happened to be inside Jack’s room to ask about the mail, he literally jumped up from his bed to go stand in front of a nudie poster on his wall to block it from view, and the next time...