Capitol Reef National Park, Utah, USA
Sexism is when a guy friend of mine tells me stories about how bad he feels about always having to friend-zone girls because he doesn’t feel the same way, being taken advantage of by girls and gay friends, and asking me, “Is it too much to ask just for me to want to take it slow with a girl I really like, instead of just randomly hooking up with them like I’m supposed to?”
And when he says that, all I can think of is how he would have feminists screaming bloody murder if he was a girl, but since he’s a tall, attractive, straight guy, he’s told he’s supposed to like this behaviour and respond positively to it.
Sexism goes both ways.
I was reading something this week, and I can’t remember what it was, but it was some kind of interview or something, and the person offhandedly mentioned that a moment of great success/when all eyes are on you is the most important time to thank the people who got you there, because then you’re sharing the light and spreading the success instead of hoarding it like some terrible monster. And when I read it, I was like, “That makes such healthy, perfect sense.” And now I just scrolled upon this Mr. Rogers thing and like, of course. Of course this beautiful man had that same idea and executed it so sweetly.