You have a penis, so you can't help me.

[Kanalah]

When I tried to join a local quilting group, the ladies didn't want me to join because I "looked to young to be a quilter" Lucky for me I'm used to this, so I brought a bag of "street cred" to prove to them that not only can I quilt, but I can do it well.

They let me in. o

[mathnerd]

I think a lot of it has to do with where you are. In Florida, I run into this quite a bit, but there, there's a lot of the machisimo attitude among a large portion of the men. Where I am now, it doesn't seem to be as prevalent. I've been in a couple different parts stores for various things, including one time when I had a major brain-stumper going on, and I've yet to be treated as anything but an intelligent human being looking to solve issues with her car.

[PastryGal]

Surprising I don't run into this much as a woman working in a hardware store. Hell I even get asked which snowthrower I think is better.

[mathnerd]

Ugh. I hate this as much as I hate it when I get talked down to in auto parts stores.

Your story reminds me of a guy I worked with many years ago when I worked at the dales that bloom. The absolute BEST salesperson in the women's lingerie department was a guy. He was a gay guy, but not that that makes any difference. This man could look at a woman's body and instantly know what brands brands and styles would look and feel best on her, and he could usually get within one size of being right just by looking. All of our regular customers knew this and they (and a lot of the employees) would try to shop only when he was working, but he really did catch a lot of flack from people who didn't know him. Really, it was unfortunate for the women who refused to shop with him, because they missed out on his incredible knowledge and skills with fitting women's underpinnings.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Not just limited to the ladeez.

Woman comes into the aisle of bath towels I'm currently stocking. She takes a couple off the shelf, inspects them, and throws them down messily in the wrong place. Then she asks me for a contour rug in a certain shade of blue.

I look around and find that we don't currently have the contour rug she's looking for; there's an "out of stock" tag in its place. I tell her this.

She snarks "Do you even know what a contour rug is?" and begins to describe it for me, because I can't tell her "Yes; it's the rug that goes around the shitter."

Then she asks if I can get her anybody who knows what she's talking about i.e. a woman. So I hand her off to the domestics specialist who happened to be working today.

Today was speshul.