"Uh-oh. I'm really wedged in here. It's awkward. How am I going to escape?"
At a career networking event, I sat in a chair at the "communications" table (I think the set-up was similar to a speed dating event) across from a young woman expert in the field. We were quickly joined by a young man, who effectively wedged me in without a graceful way to escape. This all happened, oddly enough, in the Center for International Peace.
The following conversation took place:
Her: Are you interested in communications too?
Him: Actually, I am a journalist for the Al Jazeera network, the new English language one.
Her: Really? You've got to be kidding me. (looking completely disgusted). I used to work for the Israeli Embassy.
Him: That's cool.
Her: How can you defend working for an organization with such a biased platform? Surely you've worked for reputable news agencies before and can see the difference.
Him: I work for a reputable news agency now. Many people in many parts of the world look to it for their news. If you have examples of biased stories, you'll have to explain them to me, because I'm not sure what you're talking about.
It got more nasty from there, all without my input. I was just stuck in there; unable to leave, unwilling to join in the fight. Finally I remembered I could click my heels 3 times and I'd be in my own personal holy land, away from the seemingly unsolvable Arab-Israeli argument. And so it was.