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I’m bumping this thread to share the conversation I had today. I was riding the lift with one other guy. I can’t remember if there was any preliminary hello where are you from chat, but with little warning, he’s all, hey, today’s International Women’s Day!
So I’m instantly wary but I say, yeah, where’s my discount?!
And he’s all no, seriously, women women rah rah rah, and says how he works in an office with almost all other women and he’s learned a lot about what not to do by listening to them complain about their husbands and boyfriends -
at which point I say (desperately not wanting to have this conversation), yes just PLEASE PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN (hahaha), and once again he’s all, no, seriously, women women rah rah rah and so I try to engage a little bit but it’s clear that he doesn’t actually want to have a conversation, he wants me to agree with all of his opinions.
And I’m just ugh. Dude, seriously? I just want to ski. I am not here to give you a gold star and a cookie and validate your “good guy” status. You do not, in fact, get it. Google “emotional labor” because it’s what you're making me do for you right now. I’m up here to ski. You know what you can ALWAYS talk about on the lift? The weather! You can’t go wrong with that one! You really want to make me happy? Ask me about my skis! I LOVE my skis! I will talk about them all day! I will tell you what I demo’ed and I will give you advice on what your wife or daughters should try! Of course, I didn’t actually say any of that because I’m “nice” and “polite” but I thought it really hard!
It was the longest chair lift ride ever. I told a friend who was all, wow, he mansplained womanhood to you on International Women’s Day.
On the other hand, I rode up earlier with a couple of other front range folks and we simul-ranted about I-70 traffic and C-DOT and toll/express lanes and growth and where we’re going to move to get away from the crowds and it was a nice little bonding moment.