I am going to start this post with a big, fat disclaimer asserting that I am not a feminist and I am not a pacifist. I am a supporter of strong, independent women
Oh, by the way, I am also a supporter of strong, independent MEN!
You know, the ones who personify chivalry and make it a point to open doors as a sign of respect for women?
Guess what? Most of them don’t exist anymore.
Thanks to some outspoken, bra-burning B!T@H who asserted herself against a chivalrous gesture, men everywhere now shirk their responsibilities to the fairer sex.
Thanks to that loudmouth, whoever she is or was, I have to juggle my lunch tray and open the door on my way back to my desk from the cafeteria, while a group of four men watch me, dumbfounded.
What have we done to these poor, cowering fools? Feminists scared them into submission. It’s pathetic!
I don’t need uber-feminism to validate me as a woman; I need someone to help me open the freakin’ door when I am fumbling.
Heck, I’m willing to play the damsel in distress if it means I’ll get it!