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Why are men so disgusting…and other gender-related musings.

9 Aug

A little gem found in a Wal-Mart parking lot.

I found this helmet in a parking lot on the last day visiting my grandmother. In addition to the quaint little maxims pictured above, the other sides of the helmet were adorned with sayings like “Free Mustache Rides” and “Save a Horse, Ride a Biker”. While attempting to take a picture without offending a bearded biker, I wondered, why are men so disgusting?

In addition to that little treasure, events at the store where I work would suggest that there is not a single place where a woman is free from clever perversions from random men.

Even at the beauty shop, a virtual Mecca for women, men wander in to stare at my supervisor’s chest inquire about skin care.

After a recent occurrence, I have identified the three types of men that enter a beauty store. Type A. They drag their girlfriend or wife inside, spend one hundred dollars on varying hair gels and body washes, and leave with their partner rolling their eyes.

Type B. They have bought the same ten dollar bar soap for the past 30 years. Maybe they check you out, maybe they don’t. But at least they’re subtle about it. In fact, Type A and B are very rarely guilty of any counts of douche baggery. It is the third, infamous Type C, that pull the weight for the whole lot. Type C’s are social creatures and generally wander inside with the security of their herd and are completely unaware of the type of store they have walked into, nor do they care. It’s a store full of women that are paid to talk to them and be kind, regardless of inappropriate advances.

Just this week my co-worker offered a complimentary treatment, as per our current promotion. The man responded, “I’ll give you a treatment” in a very specific tone of voice.


What do men imagine will happen next? That his offer would stir her into a lustful frenzy?

Likely not.

It’s the same with cat calls as I leave the store. Do they think I will turn around and return their appreciation of my backside? Well, last time it happened, I spun around to shame them with eye contact and I discovered three men whose boyish grins quickly dissipated as my gaze burned in their direction. I embarrassed them! Hadn’t they wanted me to turn around? It was then that it hit me: these shows of virility are more for their male friends than for the women.

I imagine that these advances have a very low rate of return. It’s the show of masculinity that these Type C’s are after. The high fives from their buddies, the chorus of laughter, and the camaraderie  built through the shared experience of hitting on chicks. It’s similar to pack behavior and animalistic displays of dominance.

The biker from the Wal-Mart parking lot is not wearing that helmet as a sartorial sex invite as I originally thought, it’s for his biker buddies! It’s still disgusting, but at least it makes sense.

What are your thoughts and stories? 

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