Ah yes… the age old game of look at my tits so I can call you a pig for looking at my tits.
I find, as someone who has big tits, that the easiest way to get people to pay attention to what I have to say is to say something intelligent that isn’t about my tits.
Perhaps you could suggest to her that you’d stop looking at her tits if she didn’t shove them in your face.
There are some topics on this board that are considered bad form to talk about.
Bragging about your boobs is not one of them.
Interesting reading (well, besides the allegations of boobage looking - my husband will assure you that it is NOT the case :D).
I grew up in Texas. I have no idea where this elevator etiquette came from, but I was taught that women get off the elevator first. Even if men have to flatten themselves against a wall, contort into unnatural positions, etc. Same thing for holding the door for a woman or walking on the street side of the sidewalk.
To this day, I will typically move to let a woman off the elevator first. If it’s too crowded, I will get off the elevator first, but then feel vaguely (as in my grandmother would roll over in her grave) ill-mannered.
If one is in a position where getting off the elevator first makes sense, one should get out and move to the non-lobby/door side of the elevator, and hold the door open while everyone else gets off. Your sense of honor is satisfied, and no one has to squeeze past your butt/chest.
Just get off the elevator first. It is a pain to have to move around you to get out of the elevator and it feels weird and lecherous no matter what your intentions. It isn’t like the elevator is a trap set by an old-timey sorcerer and is just waiting to find a woman alone inside so it can snap shut and zip her up to the penthouse where she will be kept captive until a prince comes to save her or something. Exit the elevator front to back, I promise it is more comfortable and effective.
I don’t have much of a rack, and my butt isn’t all that to look it either, but I really can’t get my knickers in a twist over this.
Do I need to be let off the elevator first? Of course not. Do I need some guy to hold the elevator door for me so I don’t get hit by it? Of course not.
The way I look at it, some guy is trying to do something nice. In this day and age, trying to be courteous to a stranger is pretty much out of vogue, so I am just going to graciously accept the pathway, or door holding or whatever in the hopes that chivalry (misguided or not) doesn’t completely cease to exist.
This.
I’d like to apply to your newsletter.
Works for me! LOL!
Well, she only did the grab 'em thing once. And she often talked of interesting things, she was quite intelligent. I should say “is”. We’re still friends. As a matter of fact, she was kind of embarrassed by them, I think. I’d known her about 8 years before we actually worked together. One day our battalion commander was talking to her about some things he needed us to do and he kept involuntarily staring at her tits. I remember because she said at least three times*** “I’m up here, sir.”***. He off course got all flustered and embarrassed and apologized, but I couldn’t stop laughing. Aftr she left he told me how sorry he was for that. Thats when I told him the “concentrate on the top of her head” trick.
She had to get surgery when I knew her on her knees. (not because of her rack-a-dack-dack) and since I drove her to Walter Reed the nurses saw my ring and instantly assumed she was my wife while they prepped her for surgery. She was scared and asked me to stay and hold her hand as they did so. I didn’t leave until they stripped her down…thats when I realized what they must have assumed. I attempted to leave and the nurse said 'You don’t have to leave your wife, yet.". I informed them that she was not my wife and left as she was already passing out anyway. But I will say this having actually seen them…they were fuckin’ glorious.
Elevators: If you’re tucked into one of the front corners where the buttons are, stay there until it’s empty and then exit. If you’re in the middle of the box, walk the hell out.
Revolving doors: Unlike a regular swinging door, supposedly it’s bad form to let a woman go through first. The man goes through first so he can keep the door moving and the woman doesn’t have to bother with it.
Oh- boobs.
The way I’m parsing this, I’d be staring at the top of her head too.
Exactly. And since many women aren’t like you and ppbth, and actually expect this type of courtesy, the most prudent thing to do for a male to do is follow the society standard. It would be far more awkward for me to have to announce “The reason that I’m leaving the elevator first is that I believe in equality.” or “Sorry for not holding the door for you, however, many women take offense to this practice.”
Also, regardless of how chivalrous they are, men will stare at your boobs and asses anyway. Some of us just hide it really well.
Got stuck giving a BJ, did she? 
I like boobs. 
Oh, and I don’t get out of the way or hold the door for anybody on the elevator, although I will hold a normal door for most anyone regardless of gender, age, color or creed.
Guys, face it. You are damned if you do and damned if you don’t. For every woman who thinks you are an uncouth jerk if you don’t let them off first, no matter how inconvenient, there is a woman like the OP and me, who thinks you are a moron if you make us squeeze out because you are obstructing the door.
Since you cannot win, you might as well err on the side of practicality and, as I said earlier, get the fuck off the elevator first.
As I read that beyond the edit window, I thought “Aw crap, I didn’t mean that the way its gonna sound.” 
Oh, come on, pbbth. I can’t believe you composed an OP complaining about men who let you get off first. :rolleyes:
I thought fat people were supposed to be jolly.
No, they just talk about their tits all the time.
Guess there’s a fine line between chivalry and chauvinism?
I surveyed eight of my female coworkers (trying to fight my own ignorance, etc etc) - it was about half and half. The younger set were generally in the “get off the elevator” camp and the older set were all in the “women get off the elevator first” camp.
And partner Slip (who was reared in the same place, at basically the same time) agreed with me, although he sounded a little more likely to get out first if the elevator were full. (He lived in NYC, FWIW).
Thank you. Your command is duly noted. Forgive me if I choose to go with how I was reared and ignore it.
As I stated earlier - if the elevator were full, I would get out first, despite feeling weird and ill-mannered by doing so. There’s a time that I wouldn’t, but that was when I was young enough to get ‘snatched baldheaded’ if I did, to quote my father.
And no offense meant, but if you’re feeling weird and leched upon, it sounds more like *your *issue rather than the issue of the men around you.