The other day I was walking along and I saw this guy selling
tickets in Times Square. There was a guy, obviously new and not very good at
the job. I know dealing with the public can be taxing. After all, I used to
sell clothing to older women. However, sometimes there is a fine line between
having a bad day at work and just being a generalized asshole.
Anyway, this woman rebuffed his guy selling the tickets when
he told her she was pretty and that he wanted to take her out. This woman
ignored him. Rather than keep going and brush her off as one of the many in
Times Square he said, “Yeah, ignore me. Go swing off your stripper pole you disease
ridden slut!”
Now when I heard this I was more than offended. I almost
married a guy just like this mind you. So when I hear women bashed in this way
it is a sickening reminder of the attitudes my ex had towards my gender. I
remember my ex hated a friend of mine in particular who got around so to speak.
She was a good girl though, and a good friend. My ex went so far as to call her
a slut. Then I reminded him that he had been around, so much so that he had an
AIDS scare once because one of his past partners called the Department of
Health. My ex’s reply, “Well, it’s different for me. I’m a man.” Okay, gender
cop out. Whatever.
Note, an AIDS scare or an HIV/AIDS diagnosis does not make a
person a slut or a whore but rather a human. I was using my ex’s behavior as an
example of how one judges another human when we are all cut from the same cloth
and the same Mother Earth.
Then of course there was the matter that my ex once dated
strippers. I brought his ex up once, yes the one who was giving him money, and
he went so far as to call her a tramp. He said she was a tramp because she was
married when they met. Then she was a tramp not only because she had stripped
but because supposedly she had cheated on him. Meanwhile, he forgets she was
cheating on her current partner when they met so what does he expect. Also, in
this equation, his selective memory forgets that while she was married when
they met he was dating a married woman!!!
So basically, I guess this upsets me more than it does most
people when I see a man behaving in such an immature way. It doesn’t just
demonstrate a bad day, but a bad attitude towards a gender. Maybe we asked him
out as a joke back in the day, although it wasn’t all of us. Gee, wonder why?
Anyway, as this girl walked away I couldn’t help but look
over in disgust. What an assweed! Then he looks at me and decides to engage me.
He says, “Did you see that girl? She totally blew me off. The slut will soon be
swinging off a stripper pole and spreading her STDs to the world. It’s
disgusting.”
So now I am supposed to think your chauvinism and misogyny
are adorable? That’s when I totally just let my disgust show and said, “No, she
won’t. I think the only thing disgusting here is your attitude towards my
gender and the fact you are a bully. And just because a woman rebuffs you doesn’t
mean she is a stripper. If anything, you would be so lucky to have a stripper
rebuff you.”
This dude, now seeing that I wasn’t siding with him or
thinking his behavior was cute said, “Well you’re ugly too!”
That’s when I held up my right hand and stated, “And this is
the only girlfriend you probably ever had, J-i-l-l.”
He basically told me to get fucked and I told him with the
wonderful attitude he was displaying towards women it was never happening. I
almost wanted to tell him that I probably knew his boss and could get him
fired. Or better yet, knowing that he probably mouthed off to someone like my
sister or my mother made me want to deck him and kick him where he really
thinks and feels. Not only would it hurt, but he would never see it coming.
Plus it would be justice seeing that he was getting his ass kicked
by a woman!
Then I figured I wouldn’t play Mother Justice. Instead, I
would let the girl get her angry boyfriend. Her angry boyfriend would punch
this arrogant, male bully. It would be man to man, not that it is better, but
why should I go to jail?
My fantasy glamorized mug shot. |
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