Last weekend my husband and I had an opportunity to "work" the food festival in our town. We, quite naturally, are assigned to serve beer and wine. People come from everywhere to enjoy the food, beverages, music and festivities of this event. It is quite fun. It is entertaining. It is eclectic. And it is all ultimately for charity.
This year we worked our shift with a sweet little gal who was nearing 60. She's a cute little thing. She's also one of those cute little women who was rewarded for her cuteness and fussed over for her littleness. Like a living antique doll all grown up.
I've obviously never been little and only vaguely cute for a very short period of time in my toddlerhood. I've also never, ever wanted to be fussed over and taken care of. Ask my mother. Or my husband.
So when this cute, little gal worked her bar shift with us last weekend, she had a few challenges. Those twist off caps can be a little tight sometimes. And OMG she didn't know how to use a regular, non-electric wine opener. When these challenges arose, she'd turn to the nearest strapping oldish (sorry Dave!) dude, hand him the bottle and say "we need a man to do it".
A MAN?? WTF? Hey, ask for help if you need it. But to just automatically say "we need a man" raises my eye brows and drops my jaw. I find it annoying that someone would so naturally defer to a man. I am not nor have I ever been wired that way. I'm sure this all falls under the category of that derogatory term: feminism. Quite honestly I'd have to look up the definition of feminism to be sure. Let's call it Peopleism.
Just because someone has a penis they are not necessarily stronger, more intelligent and more capable. They are not better drivers, not more mechanically inclined and not better at math and science. So when asking for help, you just need to know who has the appropriate skill set. Case in point: the regular non-electric wine opener. The man our little gal chose to open her wine bottle was equally clue-less and had no idea how to open the wine! (What the hell is wrong with these people?) So, having a well-honed wine bottle opening skill set, I jumped in, saved the day and impressively helped them both.
A little ol' gal like me. HA! Hardly!