On Shithead Sexist Customers

Had a weird bloke in today. I could tell you where I work, but then I would  have to kill you so why he was in my workplace will be vague, but why he was there is not as important as his behaviour while he was.

We decided to call him The Hedge as he was Irish, wore a little hat and bore a passing resemblance to The Edge from U2. His mate looked nothing like Bono. Which I suppose is by the by.

Anyhoo, back to The Hedge.

Wandered over to me and said 'your tattoos are shit.' Bloody charming! My riposte was 'and you have no manners, what's your point?'.

He liked that, told me I had an attitude and that it was sexy. And he knew sexy. And was very good at sex. Ugh.

He then showed me his tattoos. Which were proper shit to me but he loved them which is the point. I'm not going to judge anyone on their tattoos. Luckily I didn't see the one on his thigh, though he did start to undo his belt so he could show me.

I told him if he did it would be the last thing he did.

He then told me he was homophobic. Nice. Said that he just didn't get it. That he had his reasons but didn't want to go into them.

Then he told me he'd been in prison.

Now, I'm no shrink, but I don't think it takes a genius to work it out.

He then seemed very keen for me to know what a double hard bastard he was. Yawn. Apparently if we went out he'd look after me. That I made him aware that I was totally capable of looking after myself made me feisty apparently. And The Hedge liked that too.

So far so dealing with a prick at work.

He then decided to tell me what the problem with women was.

Watching my colleagues run for cover made it all worth it.

With them peering round a corner at a safe distance Mr The Hedge told me that the problem with women is that they are now too empowered and that we have made men into weak pussies in the process.

In my place of work.

To me.

Boy had he picked the wrong woman to say that too!

First I asked him where he wanted his remains sent. I didn't care about the fight he'd got into in Swindon, he was going the fuck down.

The Hedge protested that he wasn't sexist and he loved women. He just didn't think that we should have the same rights as men because men were stronger.

My colleagues hid again.

The Hedge got it both barrels from me. I didn't shout, I was at work after all, but he left under no illusion that he would be lucky if he ever had sex again with that attitude no matter how good he thought he was at it.

And I pointed out that women weren't likely to tell him he was crap.

He was a little less cocky after that.

I taught him all about equality and he was very, very sorry. Mr Double Hard Bastard The Hedge also looked very, very scared. I'm not sure the two were mutually exclusive.

He told me then that he was an alcoholic. 'so is my wife' I told him.

Funny, Mr Homophobia got real interested then. Dickhead.

He left shortly after that with a lecture about fetishising lesbians ringing in his ears.

He went to pat my knee as he left. I warned him that he would lose a limb if he touched me.

Mr Double Hard Bastard thought better of it.

As if it were a post apocalyptic wasteland my colleagues slowly emerged. Still wary, but hopeful that the worst had passed.

So what is the point of me sharing this encounter with you?

It's this.

Could you imagine any of that happening if I were male?

Luckily I can hold my own against dickheads like The Hedge, but not every woman can, and to be honest no woman should have to.

Sexism, entitlement and privilege.

As a woman I deal with it every day and I've had enough.

This is why feminism.