Just rode the escalator down toward my gate on my way home from an exhausting spring break trip on the west coast. As I was enjoying my lovely ride down these guys began talking about this polo shirt that the guy in front of me was wearing. The gent was sporting a bright fuchsia/pink polo and was rocking it.
Man 1: hey stanley? The only thing I ask is that you wear a more manly shirt tomorrow.
Man 2: (laughs) pink is pimp man! But yeah I’ve gotten that before
Man 1: I mean unless you’re mister t because I’d be worried that my head would be crushed
Man 2: yeah well my sister bought for me…I like it
Seriously? Since when did wearing a particular color take away from someones persona?! As if to say that he was any less masculine because we dawning pink. What do people say about athletes when they wear pink to support breast cancer awareness?! What gets my goat is that women aren’t socially condemned for wearing colors typically associated as “manly.” I mean if I wear any color I’m okay, but if I wear pink or purple more often I’m thought of as a “Girly” girl. I take some pleasure in knowing that there are gender struggles on the male half of things but continue to shake my head at the thought that males are still perpetuating gender inequality toward their own “fellow man” (for lack of a better term). I mean, doing gender at all so that It belittles another is just wrong. Period. But it’s instances like this where i hope that the men who are getting the short end of the stick in this kind of bullying take note of how it feels and hope to correct their fellows from doing the same to men or womyn in the future. Ugh.
Example One: I was driving on Mopac today about to exit Far West. 2222 Mergest on to Mopac and as a result the lanes become one. So I was “merging” and just out of habit I drove to the far right of the merging lane. Anyway, the guy in front of me, thinking I was attempting to cut him off, speeds up (a total of four feet) and then flicks me off in his rear-view mirror. -_- He then proceeds to flick his cigarette out the window so that all the ash flew onto my hood/window.
I was about to proceed into a fit of rage and do some obnoxious tale-gating but decided not to. My second desire was to drive up next to him and (calmly) ask “Are you stupid?” But in the end took a deep breath and ultimately settled with the amazing fact that Karma’s a mean lady and God would eventually make sure that this guy got his. I mean, how much anger do you need in order to be that rude?
Example two: I was craigslisting (my favorite online shopping site lol) and one guy was selling his couch. He says “make an offer.” So i made an offer to which he replied
“$150?? 17th century set. Clearly ur an idiot”
Omgah. Forreal? Calm the eff down. Sigh. I’ve decided that I REALLY don’t want to be an angry person like that and will attempt (in as many instances as I can) to practice more patience and understanding. Even toward those who are cranky douchebags. woosah.