{"id":414,"date":"2008-12-18T17:22:12","date_gmt":"2008-12-18T22:22:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=414"},"modified":"2008-12-19T12:02:53","modified_gmt":"2008-12-19T17:02:53","slug":"ive-come-to-the-realization-that-people-see-me-first-and-foremost-as-a-woman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=414","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;ve come to the realization that people see me, first and foremost, as a woman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I really never thought that this would be a problem, or at least one that would irritate me.  As a girl, I was raised to believe that girls are TOTALLY AWESOME and can do as much, if not more than, boys.  Back then I thought it was great that while us girls could wear both pajamas or nightgowns, boys could only wear pajamas.  Ha.<\/p>\n<p>I still think us girls are quite kickass and I certainly know there are many perks to belonging to the gender.  I just don&#8217;t think I should have to give up my respect or the desire for others to take me seriously just to have a guy hold the door open for me.<\/p>\n<p>So I&#8217;m a woman &#8212; that puts me with 50% of the population.  Amazing.  Why is it so odd if I want to shove on some boots and get in the mud?  I can see the wheels turning.  Why is she driving that truck?  Why isn&#8217;t she a guy?  Why does he have boobs?<\/p>\n<p>I hinder myself as much as anybody, though.  Steven says, as only a husband can, &#8220;your problem is you&#8217;re too nice.&#8221;  <em>Nice<\/em>.  Curl your upper lip up and squinch your nose when you say it and you&#8217;ll see why I need to dial down the <em>nice<\/em>.  <em>Nice<\/em> asks for people to walk all over you.<\/p>\n<p>But what am I to do when I&#8217;m driving down the road and some large truck begins pacing me in the next lane?  I refrain from looking over for a while because, hey, no need to be rude.  Maybe he just needs the office number off of my work truck.<\/p>\n<p>When I finally sneak a peek &#8212; curiosity getting the better of me &#8212; I see the driver doing this cutsie open-and-closed hand wave at me.<\/p>\n<p>Geez, what the hell am I supposed to make of that?  I don&#8217;t KNOW this dude, and I certainly don&#8217;t WANT to know him.  Is he being a smartass?  Is he flirting?  He wouldn&#8217;t freaking do this crap if I were a guy; I know that much.<\/p>\n<p>When I finally turn left and he speeds ahead, he is still waving at me from his side mirror.<\/p>\n<p>I just hate crap like that because now all I have is second-guesses and assumptions as to what this goofball was intending.  I don&#8217;t want to get so jaded that I immediately pull out the Gender Card &#8212; it&#8217;s best if that card does not get worn and faded before its time &#8212; but what else can I think?  It&#8217;s certainly not an isolated event.  I can&#8217;t even count how many times I&#8217;ve been honked at by large trucks . . . but why honk at all?<\/p>\n<p>Why can&#8217;t I drive down the road in peace?  Why can&#8217;t I ask the rental sales guy about a piece of equipment without him getting unnecessarily technical just to see if he can talk over my head?  Why am I &#8220;that little landscaping girl&#8221; at almost 30 years of age? <\/p>\n<p>I have got to make myself heard over my petite stature.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I really never thought that this would be a problem, or at least one that would irritate me. As a girl, I was raised to believe that girls are TOTALLY AWESOME and can do as much, if not more than, boys. 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