Men count on the submission of women. They count on femininity, the gender role they’ve designed for us so that they can dominate and control us. I am not feminine. I am human.
The other day I was at the local grocery store, waiting in line because it was busy. I was buying a product that I had asked the store to order for me. It was that bloody Irish Breakfast tea I’ve been wanting for months. I finally got the store to get it for me and I finally was getting it.
I approached the register and I heard over my shoulder a whining, angry male. He didn’t want to wait a few minutes and he was pissed because the store was busy and they didn’t have a lot of cashiers. This is male entitlement.
Why should he, the white male, have to wait in line like everyone else? He’s superior right?
The cashier rang me up and the cost of the tea was very cheap. I asked her why it was so cheap and the man behind me in line was muttering at me ‘oh come on lady, fucking bitch.’ So I’m trying to talk to the cashier and this asshole behind me is muttering at me and breaking up my attention.
Finally, I had had enough and turned around to face him. I yelled so the whole store heard me.
‘Hey, I waited in line like everyone else. If you don’t like it go to another line!’
He turned away from me, embarrassed. He knew the entire store was looking at him. I was ready to rip him a new one if he talked back. He didn’t.
He thought he could sit there and abuse me without me saying a word because when you’re trained into femininity, you are supposed to be nice and silent and take it. Men depend on this to harm women. Since I am close to 50, and I don’t give a shit about gender dominance and I assert my humanity, I ripped him a new one. It felt really good.
Men need retraining, they’re garbage.