Yesterday I had a 7:30am breakfast meeting (guh!) with a group of researchers from Microsoft’s Cambridge office. Part of my job involves talking to cool people doing cool shit, and so that was what I was there to do. There were two Germans (one from the East, one from the West), a Spaniard, and a mostly-silent Dutchman.

The breakfast meetingThese guys are obviously smart in ways most of us can barely even comprehend (I think there were something like 5 phds between the four of them) … but they were also ridiculously lighthearted and playful since, well, they spend their days researching game theory. Or rather, “leveraging the methods of approximate probabilistic inference for addressing relevant applications both in recreational games and in abstract decision games played in the real world.”

We had a great time and the meeting consisted more of bantering and laughing and poking fun than doing any hardcore strategizing. I was mostly just feeling out how I might write about them, and getting to know them is big a part of that. Mostly, it was just really entertaining, and sort of like playing tennis with Venus Williams or something. It’s not like you can really even pretend to keep up with people that smart, but it’s always fun to play, volleying back and forth and laughing together.

As I was preparing to leave (the meeting had run over and my car was being ticketed), I pulled my bag up onto the table and said, “Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure.” I’d forgotten about my replacement CLITS UP! pin, but one of the researchers noticed it and asked innocently, “What’s this?” Oh shit.

“Well, that’s my Clits Up pin,” I said. “I got it from a writer named Susie Bright.”

“Clits up?” the foreign researcher blinked, feigning ignorance. “What does this mean?”

Oh, I see. Two can play at this game, and I am not one to be embarrassed.

“Clit is short for clitoris,” I shot back to the table with as a sharp touché, which was met with much laugher. Because really: it’s funny that somehow this is how our meeting is ending. As I walked out to my car, I had to shake my head at myself and ponder, “Jesus, Ariel. Only you would find yourself in a discussion about clitorises while at a work meeting with international researchers — and it’s not even 9am.