July 23rd, 2008

Stomping on Chivalry’s Balls

Excuse me, sir, but when you cut in front of me to open the door to sneak your nasty ass inside of the bookstore, while I have two young girls, then DON’T EVEN FACKING BOTHER TO HOLD THE DOOR OPEN, you are an ass.

This may not seem like a big thing, the whole holding-the-door-open-for-the-lady-and-her-children. But it is.

I’m a Feminist. Not the bra-burning, death to Whitey, cut-off-your-nuts Feminist. I’m even a member of NOW or I was until I forgot to pay for my dues for this year.

But, I do want to be considered an equal when being considered for a job or picked for the team. But at the same time, I want to be able to cry to get out of a speeding ticket, I want the seat you’re sitting in if there are none left, and I want you to HOLD THE DURN DOOR OPEN FOR ME AND MY GIRLS.

So, Mr. Oblivious, can you please take your kicks off of Sir Chivalry’s balls, and hold the door open for me?

Love & kisses,

Me