Nobody wants to be in “the pits” if they don’t have to. You don’t go there on purpose.
Unless you are a group of smart women, with a broad base of experience, thought and perspective. Then being in “the pits” becomes something else entirely.
Not too long ago, a group of women decided to gather. To talk about politics, issues, and the like. All from different backgrounds, different political parties, they thought it would be fun to come up with a name for themselves. One suggested Politically Independent Thinkers. Another thought that was a great name but, made into an acronym, it became the “PITS.”
And no one wanted to go there.
Then they, smart women that they are, started to think about pits.
Where would the peach be without a pit?
Whatever would we do without pit-stops on the road?
Where would the orchestra sit, if not in the pit?
How could we mine stone, coal and minerals without going deep into the pits?
How can you have barbequed ribs without the barbeque pit?
After some consideration, that group of women decided, wisely and to a one, that pits are an essential and important part of life. The very core of many good things.
Indeed, they finally said, why not call ourselves the PITS? They couldn’t come up with a good answer.
And so they did.