That was my thought! Let’s not confuse these kids now.
You know that kind of publishing directive wouldn’t fly in a big dairy farm state. This was for a coastal state known for it’s liberal attitudes.
Also, we have a list of “ethnic” names and certain rules about how many typically Caucasian names we can use. Jim, Tom and Sally can’t play jacks. It has to be “Jamal, Tom and Thuy” or some similar combo.
Steers are male cattle that have been castrated. Heifers (female cattle that have not calved or who have calved only once) that have not calved or who are not in late pregnancy typically do not have visible bags (but still have udders). Bulls (sexually mature male cattle) also do not have udders (though I’m sure everybody already knew that). The lack of a bag does not a steer make.
The lack of udder in an illustrated picture… you know what? nevermind. Just forget it.
Oh, Christ. I completely forgot who I was talking to. I’m sorry, you already knew all that. But the lack of an udder still does not make a cow a steer, even in an illustrated picture. Now, if the balls had been Photoshopped out . . .
I am a geologist. I currently work in corporate environmental consulting doing soil and groundwater remediation at gas stations.
In the past I have worked in mall food courts selling popcorn, gourmet potatoes, pizza, cookies and sandwiches (not at the same time). I have also been a grocery store clerk, hardware store clerk, and technical document analyst dealing with OCR technology for software development.
Exploration geologist now but years back I packed cantelope and honeydews. They were pre-culled and sorted and you’d pack from 4 to 28 per box depending on their size. The trick was to toss them with one hand from the station to the other hand near the box so that you caught it exactly positioned with the stemspot up. Had special homemade gloves too with bicycle tire innertubes sewn to the fingers for grip. We followed the crop north from the Rio Grande Valley to far West Texas and during peak picking times you’d sometimes work 20 hours a day for 3 days straight. After just a couple of hours even your shoes were soaked with sweat. Killer work. Most packers make enough in 6 months to take the rest of the year off but they also age quickly and look old way too early. Sometimes too the wind shifted to from the onion dicing shed next to us and you’d see 30 people running out of an open air shed crying their eyes out.
Can’t catch a break, can ya’? 
We had to edit the word “joy” out of a test once because they said it had religious connotations. What. EVAH.
We were also told we were insensitive to poor people by using the word “driveway” because they wouldn’t know what one was. I was floored.
On the standardized tests that CT uses for elementary and middle school, the writing prompt involved “going up to an attic and opening a trunk” one year. Many of the more urban/inner city kids did poorly on the exam because they didn’t know what an attic or a trunk was. My feelings fluctuated between “this is an example of bias in tests (the kids could write well, but scored poorly due to the specific question)” and “c’mon parents, read to your kids so they learn something beyond their front door!”
You had a whole floor?? LUXURY! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, half the floor was missing, and we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
Feh. It makes me crazy! I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that they never saw these things on television! We had pages and pages of comments from the “fairness reviewers” (which I think is mostly a very good idea) in order to keep things in line regarding various life experiences. But some of it seemed completely over the top.
You forgot to note if you liked it or not. 
You need a few samples?
I agree- but I have to believe that some people live lives I can’t imagine (I don’t mean that snarky but honestly). There are families that just don’t talk to each other- read, explain to their children what they see on TV, dinner conversations etc.
I grew up in a house where my parents didn’t interact with us a whole lot (immigrant parents, poor, working a lot, language barrier, PTSD), so I get the dynamic. Luckily, I read everything I could get my hands on and that made all the difference in world. Plus, my parents instilled a strong belief in education and that all their kids were smart (no matter what our report cards looked like).
I was a professional moderator (messageboards, chat, pictures).
I’ve also been a debt collector.
Cheers,
G
Ex-pipeliner here, does that count?
Turns out we have the director of a wildlife center among us as well. Pretty cool.
Ok, after four pages y’all finally have your full-time farmer. I own and operate a beef cattle farm, with a few horses scattered about.
My last job was professional feral cat trapper.
If I could only get my mother to join the SDMB, we would then have a certified professional midwife/graphic-artist/web designer/author, which is surely underrepresented here. Unfortunately, if my mother joined, I’d never be able to make dirty jokes again.