To the older men who think I need help opening doors, lifting grocery bags, or getting on and off public transportation… Fuck you. I’m half your age, half your weight, and I assure you I can lift my bag quite adequately and most likely have better balance than you. Your sick sense of satisfaction that you are being ‘helpful’ or ‘chivalrous’ in translation is simply ‘I have a penis therefore I am more competent than you.’ Furthermore, I have a sneaking suspicion you actually just want to leer at my breasts and brush my arm.
Regardless of you motives, I frankly don’t want to have to deal with your bullshit and be disturbed from my day to stroke your ego or give you creepy kicks. Your so-called chivalry is dead. I’m still waiting for my pay equity.
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