Say you play the oboe. Say you’re a regular oboe master and have designs on tooting your oboe in an orchestra. Your tryout will probably involve your plopping down behind a screen, so you’re unseen as you puff through a Mozart concerto: That’s because conductors aren’t supposed to care about their instrumentalists’ gender or color or warty faces, so long as the music’s sweet.

The article has absolutely nothing to do with oboe. Or oboists. Or even music. Really.