treeguy64
Hari Om, y'all!
- Location
- Austin, TX.
OK, I just got back from the bookstore. The person who checked me out was a nice person, but our interactions were quite strained. Why? Well, as I approached this person's counter, I was expecting a girl/woman. I had seen what I thought was a female outline, out of the corner of my eye, before checking out. When I got up to the counter, it was easily seen that this person had a chin beard. While this beard was not bushy, or very dark, it was, for a fact, there. I tried to keep myself from looking at this person's face, because I didn't want to stare at his/her beard. The added problem was that his/her voice was soft, and, as I needed to use a gift card and sign up for a mailing list to save 20%, today, on my purchase, we had to talk, back and forth. This person did have female breasts, absolutely no doubt. I couldn't wait to get everything rung up, and get out of the store, such was my level of discomfort. I honestly don't know if that clerk was male or female.
I can hear the hip, liberal, groovy voices of today: "Hey, old man, what the hell difference does it make? Was this person business-like and efficient? That's what should matter to you, nothing else!" OK, he/she was an excellent clerk, no doubt about that. However, that did nothing to ease my discomfort. Anyway, I guess this is further incentive, for me, to stop patronizing shops, anymore.
I think this whole gender ID thing has gone wayyyyyy too far, again, for me. Adding to my feelings: Now, you have genetic men, who say they're women, competing in women's sports, breaking all kinds of records as they do that. Gimme a damn break! There was a movie entitled, as I recall: "Stop this world - I want to get off!" (The show stopper was the great tune: "What Kind of Fool Am I?") I may just have to watch it, as I am feeling this way, more and more, with each passing day! (Yep, maybe then I'll know, what kind of fool I am.)
I can hear the hip, liberal, groovy voices of today: "Hey, old man, what the hell difference does it make? Was this person business-like and efficient? That's what should matter to you, nothing else!" OK, he/she was an excellent clerk, no doubt about that. However, that did nothing to ease my discomfort. Anyway, I guess this is further incentive, for me, to stop patronizing shops, anymore.
I think this whole gender ID thing has gone wayyyyyy too far, again, for me. Adding to my feelings: Now, you have genetic men, who say they're women, competing in women's sports, breaking all kinds of records as they do that. Gimme a damn break! There was a movie entitled, as I recall: "Stop this world - I want to get off!" (The show stopper was the great tune: "What Kind of Fool Am I?") I may just have to watch it, as I am feeling this way, more and more, with each passing day! (Yep, maybe then I'll know, what kind of fool I am.)