I WOULD BE TOO!!
watch out for the men in a white van that offer you candy!!!
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Picture this: Hypergirl and I are in the mall shopping. We go into Spencer’s- a guy at the register makes small talk with us about what Jess and I are talking about. Then we go to Hot Topic, where there’s two cute guys working there. [Homer]MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, hot semi-goth guys. I just want to take one home and tie him to my bed. [/Homer] So, we’re looking at stickers, and the first one [whom I am kind of ogling] comes over and starts talking to us with the normal “can I help you, etc.” comments and also happens to be very funny with his extra statements. We are still looking, so I say that I’m not sure yet. The next guy goes to try to help us, and I pick out the stickers I want, and proceed to wander about the store. [next store] We’re in Old Navy, looking at leather pants, and these two [cute]guys are just overly anxious to help us out and point out the fact that the ugly pants are not on sale while the cute ones are, then going on about how that makes no sense. And Jess got away with a few other things yesterday I’m not gonna mention b/c she’s a girl, and in a store run by cute guys.
Heehee, I love being a girl sometimes.
I’ve been on the other side of that one. Away back when, I worked in a gas station when they were still full service. The boss had a thing about windshields. EVERY windshield had to be washed, even if the car drove in still dripping wet from the car wash down the road. Funny thing, though - those driven by cute young things got cleaned better than others. I know of at least one that got washed 3 times for $5 in gas. I know, 'cause I washed it the 2nd time. Damn, she was CUTE! 
By the time my partner washed it the 3rd time, she was actually embarassed by it all.
I am exceptionally girly.
And I’ve gotten so many things for free or girly bonuses that I don’t keep track of them. It’s just one of those things. I can’t remember a specific instance, yet it happens so often it doesn’t even register as momentous.
And whoever said that sometimes girls don’t want to do things they are perfectly capable of doing themselves, yup, I do that. Not all the time though. Just when it counts. 
There is a downside, of course. I’m constantly harrassed by construction workers (who isnt?) and men on the street are extremely rude. So I kinda feel that I’m entitled to any and all freebies/bonuses. Yeah, that’s it.
I’d once again like to point out that I’m not talking about FLIRTING your way to free stuff. Frankly, that’s too easy and lacks talent. Planting my “rack”, as Mandi so eloquently put it, somewhere in exchange for goods isn’t my style.
And FCM, don’t get me wrong, I am an feminist raised by a charter subscriber to Ms. Magazine who refused to change her maiden name back before that was OK. However, as anyone will tell you, there are financial and economic disadvantages to being a woman (less pay, assumtions of lower intelligence), and I believe in balencing things out. So I’m talking about the few advantages to being a woman. Free sandwiches at the yuppy deli is one of them.
Women are always entitled to freebies and bonuses. Women should never have to do things for themselves. But if they want to do something for themselves, that’s okay.
Do I get points?
See that?!?! You wimmins make me sick! My manboobs almost NEVER get me anywhere!!
I believe it was the author Amy Irving who developed the technique of picking her nose when she walked by construction sites. According to her, it really cuts down on the wolf whistles and rude comments.
Ha ha! Funny.
I’ve always toyed with the idea of spitting. But I just can’t do it. It’s just impossible for me to do it. So I glare at them, occasionally answer back or just stew in my anger. By the next block, I’ve usually forgotten about it, and now that I have my scooter, people tend to notice the scooter more than me, which is just fine.
I guess I go to the opposite extreme - I make it a point to refuse any favoritism. I resent any implication that I got where I am because I’m a girl. I earned with my engineering degree. I worked for my promotions. I’ve dealt with having to prove myself again and again because the older men on the production floor still can’t grasp that I know what I’m doing when it comes to structural design.
Now, if you want to offer me advantages based upon my advanced years… <OK, so 46 ain’t ancient, but I’m almost old enuff for AARP> oops - gotta be silly. The serious side just isn’t the real me.
Sorry for the mini-rant. I’m gonna find me a young stud-muffin who’ll serve me and cater to my every whim as I deserve - not because I’m a girl, but because I’m ME!!
I got an “A” for the gymnastics session of my phys.ed. class in high school even though I refused to do the vault and technically should have gotten a “D” in the class.
I still maintain that I was correct in principle (that catapulting one’s body over a leather bench shouldn’t have been a requirement for passing the class), but it didn’t hurt that I also happened to be dating the teacher.
Mine have . . .
Almost never?