I was just at the bank and as I was walking out a woman (20s) was walking towards me so I was going to hold the door open for her. When she noticed my gesture she snapped "no, I'm a feminist and you're just trying to look at my butt" so I looked at her and pushed the door all the way closed. She then asked me what I was doing. I responded "making everything equal. Open your own damn door" she then told me I was rude. I told her no, I'm equal.
The Dread Dormomoo and I were unsure of what promoted the more hilarity, the idea of Mike checking Chickie-poo out, or her uppance coming when he asserted equality. She clearly wanted her low-fat, artificially-sweetened cake, and to eat it too. Riatsila and the D.D. pointed out a few minutes ago that unless she has been Fighting the Patriarchy by opening doors for men, opening the car door for a man, and giving up her seat so that a man might sit, she is claiming "equality" without effort; wearing the label without the labor. Rather reminds me of bumper-sticker religious folks, whose claim to the title is adhesive-backed, but backed by little else. (Granted, this strawman brought to you by Facebook and the Freedom From Religion group.) It's like a term I learned this week..."Slacktivism", that concern for the Plight of Others Less Fortunate that overwhelms one, forcing the sharing of Facebook posts to raise Awareness.
Remember the critical mass of FB posts that brought enough pressure to bear on Boku Haram to release those Nigerian schoolgirls? Nope, neither do I. Awareness-raising does one thing...it puts something in your noddle. That is all. Like talk radio, when you share the post / listen and call in to a show, you feel like you have Done Something. Actually you have done nothing at all.
Chickie-baby. Oh, mercy. Her noddle is likely full of Simone de Beauvoir, Womyns Studies, and Down with The Patriarchy. No room left for The Niceties like being polite, or accepting a gracious (or even perfunctory!) gesture with grace. She is as much an Entitled Person as any welfare king or queen might feel themselves to be, entitled to be treated as her (invisible) convictions dictate.
Invisible? Well, as long as people are going to be checking her out, perhaps a bumper sticker on her person might spell it out more clearly for the rest of us. No use letting others be ignorant of what is important to you.