Some time ago, I took part in a conference that was more historically-oriented then the ones I usually attend. When I entered the room, it felt like a cliché that had been turned into reality: 80 percent of the people present where old white-haired men in Tweed jackets, some of them even had elbow patches. Luckily, a couple of women and younger people arrived soon. Still. My personal highlight was that one of the Tweed jacket wearing old men wore a base-cap that had “patriarch” written on it.
I am not making this up.