The Gender Gestapo: Still Lurking

[Eryn]

"...There's, uh, a bunch of women's and juniors' clothing here in the men's fitting room." I could hear the palpable excitement in his voice as it shook, as if he'd caught a predator, or was about to lay into a burglar in his home with a bat.

Well, mall cop jobs aren't all that exciting and you probably make his day. You never know, he might have been envisioning a twentysomething woman lurking in the men's dressing room!

Don't let one Neandertal get you down. He doesn't speak for the store.

On the rare occasion that I try something on en drab I make it a point to leave my rejects on the rack in the men's dressing room. I think of it as a way to raise TG awareness among the employees.