Were you a student there? Maybe she meant a parent wouldn’t want their kid moving furniture at school, that it’s the school’s job to do that kind of thing and not enlist kids to do it?
Mine happened about a month ago. I went with my wife to the car dealership so she could test drive a couple of cars after doing all her research, printing out Blue Book pages online, etc.
The she kept asking the salesman questions about certain models she’d like to test drive, and he kept addressing all his answers to me. She’d ask another, he’d turn to me to answer, rinse, repeat.
After about 15 of these questions, I said to him “Why aren’t you answering my wife? I’m not here to buy a car.”
His response was more or less “Well you’re the one who handles the money (hah hah) why else would you be here (hah hah)”
My response was more or less “Seeing as how she’s the Controller / CFO for (large local company), she <a> handles the money and <b> I gave her a ride, and now I’m giving her a ride elsewhere.”
We went to another Subaru dealer, their competitor actually, and she was treated immediately with respect and intelligence. We were given a great deal, and drove her car off the lot that day.
This is Portland, Oregon, not what I would call the Land of the Good 'Ol Boy. Baffling.
When I worked in real estate, someone called in looking to rent a commercial space for a garage and insisted on working with a salesMAN because “Women don’t understand cars.”
Has NO ONE realized that breadsticks can easily be torn in half?
There need not be an Integer number of breadsticks here.
I hope that you drove that car right back to the first dealership and showed it to the sales manager, and told him (it must be a guy, to put up with the salesman who insulted your wife) that you’d just bought it from another dealership, specifically because the salesman in question ignored your wife.
In this case, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that girls would get half a breadstick each, and boys would get two.
I think that handing out a breadstick to each person, and letting people come back for seconds as needed, would have been a great solution.
No, just less physically attractive.
I have a disgusting, phlegmy cold right now, and broke out into a wild coughing fit of laughter at this. It’s not funny, but it is.
Sometimes. But still, why was the assumption that the male was the boss and not the female? They’re both store employees.
Holy gods! Consider me mind-fucked.
So no particular incident comes to mind. I’ve seen the typical sexist bla bla bla that everyone else has, been hit on gratuitously at work, been flat-out sexually harassed by my direct supervisor, frequently enjoy compliments akin to, “You’re different from other girls. You’re good at math!” and so on.
What I find to be egregious (and everyone else seems to have gotten used to) is the cat calling, and general harassment of women in public places. Apparently, it’s just okay to scream “Hey baby!” repeatedly from across the street to a [del]person[/del] woman you’ve never met. It’s also okay to slow down your car for a block and engage in some light stalking until the woman yells, “Get the fuck away from me!” And what’s with the whistling and kissy noises? We’re not your fucking dogs. This is not a gripe about chicks getting hit on. I’m talking about the apparent acceptability of completely degrading someone you don’t even know, and finding it okay because, you know, it’s just a girl! And you want to sleep with it! So let’s all be as disrespectful and base as possible!
Ugh, I just find cat calling in general to be egregiously sexist, and even though it’s an everyday occurrence, you don’t get used to it. Or I don’t. It strikes me as extraordinarily crude and offensive every single time, even when it’s happening to other people.
I really, really wanted to; she didn’t feel it was worth it. We did praise the guy we bought from to his manager, and mentioned our experience with the other dealership, to their delight.
Oh, that brought to mind a couple incidents from college. One was a girl on early Saturday morning, obviously in party clothes from the night before, doing the “walk of shame” back to her place. Two guys were out on their front porch drinking beer (getting an early start on their drinking for the day’s football game), and started yelling harassing comments at her. I was a half-block or so behind her, and was too nervous to say anything to stick up for her. She just walked past their house as quickly as she could, not replying.
Another was when I was walking along with a female friend, and two guys in a car pull up along the curb. The passenger sticks his head out the window and says, (possibly paraphrasing, this was years ago) “You two are fat but I’d fuck you anyway,” and then the car takes off. Probably worse was that my immediate (thought) reaction was, “I’m not fat, this is a bulky sweater!” :smack: rather than my second thought involving various bad assumptions about the guy’s character/parentage/etc.
I heard one of these the other day that was probably the most egregious that I’ve heard. A man of about fifty was driving in a beat up old caddy yells out the window at an extremely attractive twenty something “Hey sugar, nice tits! No disrespect! No disrespect!” Its wrong, but I almost shit my pants laughing at the absurdity of it.
Along those lines, I had a car (with cat-calling guys in it) follow me one night when I was out jogging (I was about 17 years old, IIRC). I began to take a more twisted route, hoping to lose them. At last I came to a place where I could dart between a pole and a building, then cross several one-way streets through parking lots (which I did in an all-out sprint). Just as I darted between the pole and building, the car came very close to me with the passenger half hanging out the window. At that moment he bellowed “I WANNA FUCK YOU !!!”
That was a bit unsettling.
I made it home in record time however.
I had forgotten a lot of these, but this thread has me remembering more and more.
The obvious response is to tell the creep to practice on himself first.
Egad.
That reminds me of another one (and then I’m done - I could hijack this all day long with a Stupid Shit Idiot Strangers Have Said to Me list). I was riding my bicycle when a car slowed down alongside me, and some asshole leered out of the window, “Damn, nice titties!” Now what the fuck would make you say that to somebody? And no, it wasn’t an 18 year old boy. It was a grown man. I don’t even know how to respond to something like that, so I flipped him the bird. At that point, I was duly informed that I was a “bitch” and I had an attitude problem. I suppose I had been a tad harsh. The nice fellow was only paying me a compliment.
When I was in high school I worked at Best Buy. After a year there was an opening for a senior in the video games/software section. Two people applied: myself and a girl who had been there for two months. When I found out they were giving the job to her, I asked my manager why I was passed over, seeing as I had 10 months on her. He said it was because they needed more women in that position. I told him I’d quit if he gave it to her, he said he figured it would come to that and he was sorry, but his hands were tied.
It does seem obvious unless you’re a 17yo girl alone being chased by a carful of guys, one of whom is close enough to grab you, and you’re thinking, “What if I say that, and that’s what what pushes one of them over the brink to pull me into the car?”
Then it would have been “the older kids get two,” not “the boys get two.”
Directing your praise of me **to me **makes me feel good. Directing your praise of me to one of my coworkers, in such a way that I am aware that you have done so, not only makes me feel good but gives me ammo for review time, regardless of whether or not that person is my superior.
I have always been curious if this has ever gotten any of the guys who do it laid.
After the Lorena Bobbitt thing we had a contest at work (unrelated to it) about guessing your coworkers favorite song…one woman (a whack job man hater) brought in as a ‘prize’ a picture of an Amazon type woman next to a dead unicorn. The Amazon was holding the unicorn’s horn in one hand and bloody knife in the other. The unicorn was laying down dead with a big whole in its head from having the horn cut off.
The caption was “Lorenna Bobbitt…the real reason unicorns are extinct”.
I should have sued for sexual harassment, she was an absolute nutjob and didn’t think there was any problem with it.
Why? I find that kinda funny and would have cracked up laughing.
Ah no, that’s just weird and unsettling.
I’d have to say the most sexism I’ve seen is at work from customers. I’ve done helpdesk jobs a long time, mostly with the public. When I have my professional voice on it goes from male to sounding rather gender neutral (it doesn’t help that I have a gender neutral name as well) I’ve had at least two men and one woman that I can recall wanting to talk to a MAN about their computer problems. One man was bitching because he’d just been talking to ‘some idiot woman’ and he hung up and called back. The other guy was happy he got me instead of some woman who didn’t know what she was talking about. The third caller was a woman who’d called mistook me for a woman and asked to be transferred to a man instead.
All three got transferred to Mr. Click. Thankfully these were not all the same day.
She wanted student help, apparently just not from female students.
Well because it showed and glorified murder and sexual mutilation.
Do you think if I brought in a picture of a woman who had been raped and sexually mutiliated and treated is a joke prize that I’d have been working there more than 5 minutes longer?
I know, “it’s completely different.” YOu would have used it as a chance to suck up to women in general. Pathetic.