Having a good test of my patience.
Today a park guard asked me for my number, after calling me over I thought for something important. He was with a female guard at the time, so I focused on her & discussed openly how hard it is for women* to exist in public without constantly being approached by men, to which she agreed. *For a second* he seemed to process this too.
But then he jogged over to where I was doing my last set of reps to ask me out again.
I just... 🤦🏻♂️
The other animals are great.
*Feminized people. This is why I don't care as much when people use she instead of they / no pronouns. I *never* feel a sense of gender except when I have gender expectations heaped on me by dudes on the street, but that's the real threat in my life.
Earlier this year, I let this get to me & stopped going outside as often, exercising, etc. Gained weight, lost muscle, lived with way more stress in my body overall.
But so help me, self-centred dudes aside, I am not letting this get to me again.
@MLClark I get that sort of thing at work. I hate being called sweetie or darling by someone who doesn’t even know my name. A couple times I responded with, “I’m not your sweetie/darling!”, but this seems to only confuse them and ends up in a discuss about how that is what they call all women. Not once has it ever hit one of them that this is too familiar and offensive.
Maybe next time I’ll start calling them Dick.