kwebb
07-20-2006, 04:52 PM
...this time it's gotten broken down to colors. Thats right , som'n as trivial as "male vs. female" colors.
Part of our uniform at work consists of a soft blue shirt. I had a guy come up to me today and ask when the company was going to stop giving it's male employee's such a feminine looking colored shirt.
I know, My gawd. Since when is baby blue considered femme anything anyway. In society, isn't that supposed to be the male color. At least it is today, and from what I understand back in the early 1900's it was flipped. So its all culture. But this is not the 1st time another male has said something similar to this to me.
Anyway, I stood my ground and turned the tables on the dude.
"Really, well, personally I'm waiting on my pink one right now", I respond. He starts trying to laugh at me. But I ain't laughing.
"Or maybe a soft lavender/lilac color, those are my faves you know", I continued to let him have it.
By this time a female co-worker overheard the hysteria and I judging from her track record with certain male/female appropriateness (she'll usually weigh in on what men are not supposed to wear, and will actually let the old scripture from Deuteronomy fly off at times), I thought she would be coming to his rescue somehow, but that isn't exactly how it went down.
I continued my barrage and tried to corner him ( which you have to understand suprised the hell outta me).
"What they need to give the men is a black t-shirt, now that's masculine, I like my tees to hang long too", he chided.
"Oh really, no we don't want it to hang too long offa you or people might, God forbid, think you had on a skirt" ,I confidently flaunted in his face.
He gets all flustered, starts looking around, and then says , "now you know that is not of God". I come back with "Oh really , what do you think Jesus had on then?".
Then she jumps in with the deut. scripture and starts talking about something outta the bible about God telling some man to make some linen trousers out of sacks or something that went right over my head.
Again I say, my gawd, how much longer can I work with these people!! And then it finally dawned on me I was fighting the losing battle. There are always gonna be people like this, and for some reason I seem to be doomed to always encountering them. Its always like some mysterious force is bringing 'em into my path, my world.
He finally said, I had gotten him to kinda see the light and he will come over to my 'side' of the coin. So I guess I was kinda proud about the way I hung in there and did not allow myself to be intimidated. Little things sometimes, simple things.
The argument really does not hold water and apparently I am gettting strong enough to point that out to people. Self-acceptance could be near?
It was an interesting exchange, there was no fear in me.
But could there be some fear in him, fear of being labeled anything as less than masculine.
I felt like I turned a corner, no matter how small it may seem.
Thanks for bearing with me thru the story.
Part of our uniform at work consists of a soft blue shirt. I had a guy come up to me today and ask when the company was going to stop giving it's male employee's such a feminine looking colored shirt.
I know, My gawd. Since when is baby blue considered femme anything anyway. In society, isn't that supposed to be the male color. At least it is today, and from what I understand back in the early 1900's it was flipped. So its all culture. But this is not the 1st time another male has said something similar to this to me.
Anyway, I stood my ground and turned the tables on the dude.
"Really, well, personally I'm waiting on my pink one right now", I respond. He starts trying to laugh at me. But I ain't laughing.
"Or maybe a soft lavender/lilac color, those are my faves you know", I continued to let him have it.
By this time a female co-worker overheard the hysteria and I judging from her track record with certain male/female appropriateness (she'll usually weigh in on what men are not supposed to wear, and will actually let the old scripture from Deuteronomy fly off at times), I thought she would be coming to his rescue somehow, but that isn't exactly how it went down.
I continued my barrage and tried to corner him ( which you have to understand suprised the hell outta me).
"What they need to give the men is a black t-shirt, now that's masculine, I like my tees to hang long too", he chided.
"Oh really, no we don't want it to hang too long offa you or people might, God forbid, think you had on a skirt" ,I confidently flaunted in his face.
He gets all flustered, starts looking around, and then says , "now you know that is not of God". I come back with "Oh really , what do you think Jesus had on then?".
Then she jumps in with the deut. scripture and starts talking about something outta the bible about God telling some man to make some linen trousers out of sacks or something that went right over my head.
Again I say, my gawd, how much longer can I work with these people!! And then it finally dawned on me I was fighting the losing battle. There are always gonna be people like this, and for some reason I seem to be doomed to always encountering them. Its always like some mysterious force is bringing 'em into my path, my world.
He finally said, I had gotten him to kinda see the light and he will come over to my 'side' of the coin. So I guess I was kinda proud about the way I hung in there and did not allow myself to be intimidated. Little things sometimes, simple things.
The argument really does not hold water and apparently I am gettting strong enough to point that out to people. Self-acceptance could be near?
It was an interesting exchange, there was no fear in me.
But could there be some fear in him, fear of being labeled anything as less than masculine.
I felt like I turned a corner, no matter how small it may seem.
Thanks for bearing with me thru the story.