sometimes I go camping by myself though

E. was telling about the welding class she recently took in Iowa with her dad, in which she accidentally caught her sleeve on fire and burnt her arm and had to take off her clothes to put it out.

"YOU WERE NAKED IN YOUR WELDING CLASS?!" I said.
"No. I was standing in just my jeans and bra in my welding class," she said. "In November. In Iowa."

I pointed out that somebody was no doubt going to suggest to her that she needed to get back on that horse soon, so she wouldn't be afraid to do it ever.
"Oh I already did. I finished the class and after it was over my dad drove me to the hospital."
She finished the class?!
"HELL yes. I was the only woman in the class. I'm not gonna catch myself on fire, take off my clothes, cry, and leave. I just am not."

Oh. On behalf of our entire gender we would like to thank you. And probably the other gender, the ones in your class, would thank you also.

So when my friend J., also female, called a couple of weeks ago and said "Hey! Do you want to take a welding class with me?" I just said "No I do not." But I am maybe going to a metal scrap yard with her today. That I want to do.