* SCENE *
At thrift store, buys dresser, dude meets me at loading zone.
Dude:
This won’t fit in your car.
Me:
I think it will, let’s try and if not I’ll just come back, no big deal.
Dude:
It won’t fit.
Me:
Well I’m going to try so if you want to go back in I’ll just do it.
Dude:
You can’t lift this alone.
I’m telling you SWEETHEART (*my ultimate Feminist trigger word*) you won’t get it in.
Me:
WELL I’m going to try.
* cue TETRIS theme *
Dude:
I told you it won’t fit.
Me:
<glares, magically jimmies dresser in with sheer force of Feminist will, all while maintaining eye contact with Dude>
Dude:
Well, where you gonna put the drawers?
Me:
Look, you can go inside dude, your attitude isn’t very helpful. Just let me do my thing, I’m fine.
Me:
TOLD YOU.
Dude:
* END SCENE *
Thank God the damn dresser fit or that whole scene would have been humiliating.
I’ll tell you nothing makes me better at shit than a dude telling me I can’t. I’m going to be worthless when we finally topple the Patriarchy.
—natalie michelle
Flommist Natalie Michelle doesn’t have a bio. She just rants. Copyright © 2016 Natalie Michelle. Foto by mehallo.
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