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Don't patronise me, you sexist pig
Good Crikeyness! I have just had another revelation at the kitchen sink this morning. I get sudden clear memories of instances and conversations from the past, but disappointingly only my past. I will never get rich from your past, or someone else's. While doing the washing-up this morning I was in a past situation with my sister, two past situations actually.
A long time ago, I bought my sister a set-top Freeview box to sort of bring her into the modern world of more rubbish to watch on the telly. Our niece was living with her at the time (our brother's daughter) and they excitedly decided to set it up straight away while I was still there. Surprised, they called out some channels they discovered which I jokingly pooh-poohed.
'Boo! Rubbish! What you really want is football!' I have never expressed an interest in football. 'Blimey! No! You need car programs!' I have never expressed an interest in cars. Clearly, if they knew me they would know I was joking. Perhaps to some very sensitive people it might be considered teasing. But I thought they knew me as benign. Not so.
'If we can only watch channels that men like, then you can take it away,' cried my sister. I was hurt. i meant nothing of the kind and I didn't even live there. That moment stuck with me.
Some time later, I was visiting my sister again and our niece was there. The tumble-drier was on full heat power and it read that it would run for forty minutes. I mentioned that a breeze past hanging clothes is highly effective in drying clothes and an electric fan would be cheaper. My sister was always complaining about not having enough money.
'We don't want to do that', cried our niece.
'Why are you so sexist, Martin? Just leave us alone to do what we want!' snapped my sister.
Like most people I think I am different to how I actually am. But, I am pretty sure I am not sexist. I believe in meritocracy. (Potentially moving into dodgy ground here but it is not intentional). Because I am thoughtful, and have PTSD, I record snippets of conversations and they jump out at me when I am not looking.
I used to deliver timber on a lorry and some of the timber would be pressured-treated with preservative. Part of my job was to deliver the timber to the treatment place and then collect it when it had dried. The drying facility was a long shed with a big fan at one end. I remarked that there was no heat, and the response was that the cold (Winter) air moving through the tunnel-like shed was sufficient. My sister did not have that information so I shared it with her to help her save on energy costs, except I shortened the experience into a pithy statement that cold moving air is still very effective in drying when compared to hot air.
'Sexist!' This, solely because to her, I patronised her as though she, being female, was less intelligent than any male. The truth is her IQ is, like 97% of all males in the world, lower than mine and her experience in the world is entirely different. I believe she might have allowed my experience, memory and problem-solving aptitude to complement her life and reciprocated by sharing her experiences so I could learn from her. I know I would have.
My sister read, 'Women are from Venus, and Men are from Mars.' It was her Bible on how to hate men. A dangerous book to read if you want to use it to attack a partner, and not ameliorate a disruptive relationship.
Bluntly, with a quite high IQ I cannot distinguish between male or female when it comes to not seeing thing clearly; I 'mansplain' to everybody. I also understand that circumstances will inevitably bar many people from achieving their goals or even equanimity. I should also confess to hardly ever seeing thing clearly; they jump out at me at the kitchen sink when I am not looking.
Don't patronise me
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[ 4 minute read ]
Don't patronise me, you sexist pig
Good Crikeyness! I have just had another revelation at the kitchen sink this morning. I get sudden clear memories of instances and conversations from the past, but disappointingly only my past. I will never get rich from your past, or someone else's. While doing the washing-up this morning I was in a past situation with my sister, two past situations actually.
A long time ago, I bought my sister a set-top Freeview box to sort of bring her into the modern world of more rubbish to watch on the telly. Our niece was living with her at the time (our brother's daughter) and they excitedly decided to set it up straight away while I was still there. Surprised, they called out some channels they discovered which I jokingly pooh-poohed.
'Boo! Rubbish! What you really want is football!' I have never expressed an interest in football. 'Blimey! No! You need car programs!' I have never expressed an interest in cars. Clearly, if they knew me they would know I was joking. Perhaps to some very sensitive people it might be considered teasing. But I thought they knew me as benign. Not so.
'If we can only watch channels that men like, then you can take it away,' cried my sister. I was hurt. i meant nothing of the kind and I didn't even live there. That moment stuck with me.
Some time later, I was visiting my sister again and our niece was there. The tumble-drier was on full heat power and it read that it would run for forty minutes. I mentioned that a breeze past hanging clothes is highly effective in drying clothes and an electric fan would be cheaper. My sister was always complaining about not having enough money.
'We don't want to do that', cried our niece.
'Why are you so sexist, Martin? Just leave us alone to do what we want!' snapped my sister.
Like most people I think I am different to how I actually am. But, I am pretty sure I am not sexist. I believe in meritocracy. (Potentially moving into dodgy ground here but it is not intentional). Because I am thoughtful, and have PTSD, I record snippets of conversations and they jump out at me when I am not looking.
I used to deliver timber on a lorry and some of the timber would be pressured-treated with preservative. Part of my job was to deliver the timber to the treatment place and then collect it when it had dried. The drying facility was a long shed with a big fan at one end. I remarked that there was no heat, and the response was that the cold (Winter) air moving through the tunnel-like shed was sufficient. My sister did not have that information so I shared it with her to help her save on energy costs, except I shortened the experience into a pithy statement that cold moving air is still very effective in drying when compared to hot air.
'Sexist!' This, solely because to her, I patronised her as though she, being female, was less intelligent than any male. The truth is her IQ is, like 97% of all males in the world, lower than mine and her experience in the world is entirely different. I believe she might have allowed my experience, memory and problem-solving aptitude to complement her life and reciprocated by sharing her experiences so I could learn from her. I know I would have.
My sister read, 'Women are from Venus, and Men are from Mars.' It was her Bible on how to hate men. A dangerous book to read if you want to use it to attack a partner, and not ameliorate a disruptive relationship.
Bluntly, with a quite high IQ I cannot distinguish between male or female when it comes to not seeing thing clearly; I 'mansplain' to everybody. I also understand that circumstances will inevitably bar many people from achieving their goals or even equanimity. I should also confess to hardly ever seeing thing clearly; they jump out at me at the kitchen sink when I am not looking.
'Hiya!'