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08.26.05 One of the stressful things about being a woman in a retail environment is that you're trapped. You're caught in a situation where you're supposed to be helpful and friendly, and there are men who are so starved, or so arrogant, that they mistake that for a come on. A man came in to the shop yesterday morning to make copies. It was bad enough that every time I spoke with him, his eyes darted down to my tits. Disconcerting, because I'm wearing a button-down shirt and an electric blue apron with a bib that comes up to my neck. We ain't talkin' alluring here. He went on and on about how he's a musician, and how I should come to see him play on Tuesday nights at It's A Beautiful Pizza. Oh, be still my beating heart, Mr. Crypto-Sensitive, Ponytail-Wearing, Wispy-Soul Finger Fuzz-on-Chin-Having, Creepy Dude. Everything about him screamed User and Abuser of women. He finally paid and left. *deep sigh of relief* An hour later, he shows up again to make more copies. My mangler was in the shop this time, and he had to use my computer. I grabbed the pillow that I've got on my chair (thin seat, me with not a lot of padding) and stood behind him, watching what he did. I had the pillow in my arms (holding it like a teddy bear, I'm ashamed to say) while he worked. The creepy copier guy finished, paid and, as he was leaving, mentioned that he'd like to be the pillow. ICK! I wanted to leap up on the counter, brandish some sort of sidearm, and yell, What I did was ignore it. Pulled out that old etiquette advice to ladies when confronted by a double entendre; even if you understand it, don't let on. Nips any untoward behaviour in the bud--generally. Later that day, my mangler and I were talking about men and women--as we do--and the story about the pillow came up. My mangler (and I do have to come up with a better nickname for him) shuddered as I told him the story. We talked about, as a woman, I feel trapped and like a target. How can I avoid situations like that? On one hand, I'm supposed to be cheerful and helpful. On the other, I'm at work, and deserve to be treated with respect. I am not in the shop for any jackass' delectation. People have told me that I should be happy for the attention. I'm supposed to be grateful that any man would deign to address me with libidinous intent? Un-fuck 'em. And don't kiss my ass. In fact, walk out the door, keep going, and re-adjust that bullshit all-women-are-here-for-my-pleasure attitude. Gads. (Can you tell I'm a bit peeved?) It's that Catch-22; if I talk to someone, I'm a flirt and leading them on. If I'm stand-offish and professional, I'm a bitch. Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh. Now go. Be fabulous. Back one. ||||| Forward one.
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