This happened in a famous opera house in a major European capital this week.
Young hopefuls were lining up for secondary parts in next season’s productions. One soprano said she was feeling slightly unwell.
‘May I ask, are you having your period?’ said the male theatre intendant.
May we ask, what business is it of his? Had anyone asked that question in the Met, Covent Garden or Sydney Opera, they would have been out of the door before their feet touched floor.
So why can they get away with it in civilised, continental Europe?