But Judaism's rampant sexism still managed to take me by surprise. It shouldn't have; I know it's there. I see it every day in the two girls in my English class who never wear pants or show their elbows. But I guess all my time at Hillel is spent in a little bubble of Kesher and Gayava (the LGBT group) and PJA (Progressive Jewish Alliance) and Shalhevet (the dance group, which is made up mostly of more observant people than me, but is also mostly girls), so I don't usually experience it directly.
So I was sitting at the table, waiting for dinner to start, and a guy came up and asked the guy sitting next to me his name, and then whether he'd like to lead the kiddush. When he said no, I automatically starting thinking about whether I wanted to. But then I realized he wasn't going to ask me--that his wording had been that he couldn't find a guy to do it. I didn't even want to do it, but I just kind of sat there, looking around the room, wondering whether anyone else felt a little insulted that half the population was not even a possibility.