Actually, I don't hate women. I think they're brilliant and that most of their bits are brilliant too.
What I have noticed though is that many of the ladies in the office consistently make sexist remarks about men. Not usually particularly offensive remarks, but sexist nonetheless. And of course, these are the very same ladies who would be the first to complain were the situation reversed.
Because I am somewhat passive aggressive, I decided to do a number of things to combat this insidious creep of missogyny (see what I did there?):
1. Over the course of one week (last week) I would count the number of these horrible sexist remarks.
2. Every time I hear one, I will mutter the phrase 'women are lady dogs' under my breath (I wasn't brave enough to actually say 'bitches' in that context in the office! Yes, I know. I'm a coward.)
3. I will be unapologetic but transparent in my explanation of the reasoning for my apparent bigotry.
4. I will post about it here at the end of the week.
Now, if you're reading this, it's the end of said week and I've finished stage 4. How exciting. Here are the results of my week:
1. There were 36 instances of missogyny over the past 7 days. Examples include:
'Men are useless.' (several instances)
'Men can't cope with pain.' (in relation to a workmate who had an operation on his knee a week ago, yet struggled into the office, clearly demonstrating that he could in fact cope with it just fine)
'Men.' (about 12 instances, normally coupled with rolled eyes.)
'Oh, he's just got man-flu.'
'What's the best type of man? A dead one.' (this one was actually a comedian on the telly. It may not count)
2. I did not get fired.
3. Most of the people that overheard me were briefly offended but when I explained my reasoning, were, in the main part, either mildly amused or just rolled their eyes. I get that a lot, so no change there.
4. There was one person who, rather predictably was singularly unimpressed by my activities:
They can't help it, I suppose. It's their hormones.
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