On a scale of one to 10, approximately how rude would it be for me to tap the woman sitting two tables away on the shoulder and inform her that the lady she’s talking with is only two fricking feet away from her!?
Criminy!
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On a scale of one to 10, approximately how rude would it be for me to tap the woman sitting two tables away on the shoulder and inform her that the lady she’s talking with is only two fricking feet away from her!?
Criminy!
Women living in Boulder have undoubtedly noticed the signs hanging on the backs of bathroom stall doors everywhere, always in prime view while peeing.
“Don’t flush your feminine products down the toilet as this causes clogging, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah.”
That’s old news.
What I find interesting–I’m debating about whether or not to start a spreadsheet in order to compile my data more formally–is the vast assortment of clip art that tends to go along with this particular admonition.
Sometimes it’s one of those female symbols … you know, the one with the circle and the arrow pointing out of it. If this is the case it will be, without fail, in some putrid shade of pink that’s supposed to be womanly, but mostly just makes me throw up a little bit in my mouth.
Other times it will be the standard “no” symbol, that vivid red circle with the line through it. You can use your own imagination regarding what additional clip art object is inserted into the center of said circle.
Last night, however, at CU’s Mackey Auditorium, I saw a decal new to my well trained eye: a hand with four fingers curled into a fist, while the index finger stood up straight. There were little squiggles off to the sides giving the obvious impression that the finger was moving back and forth in a blatant “Do not do this or I will send you to the moon” kind of indication.
They’re definitely getting points on my spreadsheet for creativity.
But what I found especially interesting was the unmistakable gender of that wagging finger: male.
“Odd,” I thought.
Mike, however, pointed out that it was likely to be a man who would be doing the unclogging.
Despite all of my feminist tendencies, I have to relent: Touché.