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I don't often feel it necessary to make posts with subjects like this, but I've had two weird/unpleasant encounters with strange dudes in the last 24 hours, and I wanna document them for various reasons, not the least of which is "dear dude friends, don't do this".
The more benign of the two was just a few minutes ago. I was standing outside of a locksmith, with my cell phone to my ear so I could call him and ask when he would be returning to his shop1. An older (mid 40s?) white man walks out of the building, stares at me, and then tells me "he'll be returning at three".
Possibly I would not have felt so utterly, textbook, mansplained to had it not been for two factors. One, that the only reason this stranger knew the locksmith would be back at three was because there was a sign on the door that clearly said so --I am not so oblivious as to be able to determine the hours of the shop, and the number to call, but clearly miss the sign on the door.
And two, at the time I received this information, it was already 3:36. If that's not the definition of mansplaining, I don't know what is --an older dude giving a younger woman information that she already knew or could figure out, and was easily proven incorrect. I roll my eyes mightily.
((I would perhaps be rolling my eyes less if his tone of voice had been a lot less "jeeze, can't she see the sign" or if he had asked "are you trying to find the locksmith" or had actually come across as helpful rather than authoritarian. For all the information he had, I needed to make a call and just happened to be standing in front of this business.))
The less benign of the interactions was last night, and I'm gonna toss in a very light ( Read more... )
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Normally I am not so bold, I made the call on the (asked for, wanted, very good) advice of the guy who ran the appliance repair shop next door.
2: Because more often than not, it's coming from a car, and the guy driving it wants to let me know I'm a cunt, in case I had somehow forgotten this fact.
3: And woman-appearing/woman-presenting people. I am not a girl, but I've been heavily socialized like one.
4: Like, enough so that I'm not even annoyed at him for making a left turn at Powderhouse.
POST SCRIPT: Tonight is birthday ice cream night! Haul your arses down to JP Licks between, I dunno, 7:00 and 9:00 PM or so, and get ice cream and sing Happy Birthday to me or variations or whatever. I will make another post when I actually head out.
The more benign of the two was just a few minutes ago. I was standing outside of a locksmith, with my cell phone to my ear so I could call him and ask when he would be returning to his shop1. An older (mid 40s?) white man walks out of the building, stares at me, and then tells me "he'll be returning at three".
Possibly I would not have felt so utterly, textbook, mansplained to had it not been for two factors. One, that the only reason this stranger knew the locksmith would be back at three was because there was a sign on the door that clearly said so --I am not so oblivious as to be able to determine the hours of the shop, and the number to call, but clearly miss the sign on the door.
And two, at the time I received this information, it was already 3:36. If that's not the definition of mansplaining, I don't know what is --an older dude giving a younger woman information that she already knew or could figure out, and was easily proven incorrect. I roll my eyes mightily.
((I would perhaps be rolling my eyes less if his tone of voice had been a lot less "jeeze, can't she see the sign" or if he had asked "are you trying to find the locksmith" or had actually come across as helpful rather than authoritarian. For all the information he had, I needed to make a call and just happened to be standing in front of this business.))
The less benign of the interactions was last night, and I'm gonna toss in a very light ( Read more... )
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Normally I am not so bold, I made the call on the (asked for, wanted, very good) advice of the guy who ran the appliance repair shop next door.
2: Because more often than not, it's coming from a car, and the guy driving it wants to let me know I'm a cunt, in case I had somehow forgotten this fact.
3: And woman-appearing/woman-presenting people. I am not a girl, but I've been heavily socialized like one.
4: Like, enough so that I'm not even annoyed at him for making a left turn at Powderhouse.
POST SCRIPT: Tonight is birthday ice cream night! Haul your arses down to JP Licks between, I dunno, 7:00 and 9:00 PM or so, and get ice cream and sing Happy Birthday to me or variations or whatever. I will make another post when I actually head out.