The only case of blatant sexism was back in 1991. I was at my boyfriend/hubby’s german club doing a clean up. It was old world mentality crashing into the new world. Painting, sanding the clubhouse outdoor furniture.
I was the only person doing the work. All the old german men were standing around with rakes in their hands smoking cigerettes and drinking beer. It’s 10am and they are drinking beer like it’s midnight Friday. I’m sanding down picnic table tops so they can be repainted. I have sweat streaming down my face and back at my work. Meanwhile, the krauts are just oblivious to my efforts.
I would like to state that I wasn’t even a *member * of this club and still am not.
When I needed to move this picnic table - very old style table - thick logs - very heavy, it would barely budge under my pushing or dragging attempts.
One of the club members - in his 6o’s - comes over and says,
“This is no job for a woman. These tables are too heavy, go with the other women in the kitchen.”
“I’m safer with a sander in my hand than a spatula.” I said, pleased with my rebuttal.
Naturally, the kraut didn’t get it. " The ladies are in the kitchen getting lunch ready…"
“No, really, you don’t want me there.” In the dark, gloomy kitchen with a bunch of gloomy menopausal, roosted-pecked brow beaten wives. No thanks.
“But that is woman’s work.”
Peeved now, " Really, then WTF to you call me sanding down ten table tops while you guys smoke and drink? It certainly isn’t mens work either.As far as I can tell you guys don’t work at all."
They never bothered me again.

