Dear Single, Childless Women — I See You
The disrespect in this society has to end
There is nothing I hate more than a man holding up his hand. You know the gesture I’m talking about, the talk to the hand gesture. The stop sign hand. And there is nothing I hate more than a man doing this and proceeding to cross the road in front of my car. Stopping traffic to create their own right of way.
Honestly, it doesn’t have to be a man. A person of any gender doing this would irk me, and in my experience, it’s always a man.
Let’s talk about my Saturday morning grocery trip. I’m at the self-checkout with four items. I’ve scanned two of them. An older man rams into me with his cart. He does not bump me. He hits me like he’s trying to knock me over. And then he just stares me.
“Excuse me,” I say. “You just hit me.”
“Would you hurry up?” He yells.
I haven’t even grabbed my receipt before he bumps me with his body this time to start scanning his groceries.
That’s not the most incredulous part. The two furthest self-checkouts are empty. EMPTY. And you have to walk that way to exit the store anyways.
Needless to say, I left with a rage bubbling deep inside me. The rage of being an invisible (and often disrespected), single…
