"For a woman..."

[sakon76]

Part of my job is answering the phones, and part of answering the phones is giving directions. I've been doing this for six years now, and I just got told the most insulting thing I've ever heard in those six years:

"For a woman, you give excellent directions."

What the F*** does my gender have to do with having a sense of direction?!

I was polite. It's my job.

But I am pissed off.

(For the record: I have an excellent sense of direction. I can also fold maps with no problem. Any other antiquated, worn-out gender stereotypes that old white men would like to bring up, they can stuff those up their rear ends as well.)

Comments

[meallanmouse.livejournal.com]

"...and then turn down, until you reach Hell. Have a nice day, sir!"

[meallanmouse.livejournal.com]

And look what I just found on my twitter feed! :D

http://www.marketingpilgrim.com/2011/02/more-men-than-women-use-location-based-services.html

[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

Your gender has nothing whatsoever to do with your abilities, as you very well know.

Some people are just judgemental idiots.

[flybystardancer.livejournal.com]

Oh man... I was supposed to do that at my last job, only I suck at giving directions (it's not that I've got a bad sense of direction, it's just that I tend to think of "well, I turn left at that building, and wait until I pass that overpass"). I tended to just pass those calls on to our dispatcher, or one of the sales guys. They're used to it.

Give 'em hell.

[racerxmachina.livejournal.com]

"For an old fart with one foot in the grave, you sure are articulate."

Get back in the kitchen and make me a sammich, womman, you know map readin's man's work

[caelum.livejournal.com]

"I'm a woman? WHAT?! I've been a woman this whole time?! THESE ARE BOOBS?!! Oh... oh no... my brain... my college education... it's... tricking away... I can't remember what... adskjfhiusgrdgjbsdfkjgf *flatline*"

What is with the sexism fail going around? First my pastor tells a joke before the freaking sermon about how women are flighty shopaholic shoe addicts, a customer of mine wants to know how I got my job if my boss is neither my father nor husband, and now we're trotting out the 'women can't give directions' chestnut?