April may indeed be the cruelest month, according to poet T.S. Eliot. But if you believe Shakespeare's soothsayer (and Julius Caesar really should have), mid-March is the time of year that really stinks. One of the few months boasting no real holidays to speak of (that is, unless you're Irish), the 31 days especially can be a drag for male chauvinist pigs. Why? Well, thanks to 22-year-old nonprofit organization the National Women's History Project lobbying Congress in 1987, March is officially National... More >>>