Walking home after nine tonight, I found myself in front of two disgruntled guys. They were talking about a woman for whom they evidently didn't care. To describe how offensively radical this ridiculous woman is, they included in their description of her that she was probably a feminist in the 70s, kept her maiden name rather than taking her husband's name, and that she majored in women's studies.
I wasn't going to, but I said something. I said, "Sorry for listening, but what you're saying is actually offensive..."
They got defensive. They insisted that "We're all for equal rights!"
They said, "Great, now we just look like a**holes."
They figured I just didn't understand what or who they were talking about.
Which is true. But also beside the point.
Because they didn't understand what I was talking about.
Because even if that woman is deserving of their tirade, it isn't for those reasons.
Next time maybe I'll try to interject, "Wait, can I tell you why what you were saying is offensive?"
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