Thursday, October 2, 2014

Being a girl in Staples


So a friend – who shall remain nameless – needed to pick up some special paper to print her thesis on.  Being a total freak for paper and pens and all manner of office supplies, of course I knew that Staples happened to carry the right paper.  It needed to be thesis paper.  Seriously.  It’s a special kind of paper that has to be cotton, etc, etc.  Awesome, right?

I happened to be at a Staples one day after she had asked me where she could possibly find this paper, and so I took a picture of the paper on the shelf and texted it to her.  She knew what it looked like.  She knew how much it cost.  She knew that Staples had it.

My friend then went to Staples to buy the paper.  She couldn’t find it because she didn’t know the super-secret place they hide it, so she asked an employee.

In response to the question to the employee, a random guy responded, telling my friend (and the employee) that to get paper like that, you had to go to a specialty stationary store.  Which was totally and completely wrong.  But he said it with complete authority – even though he hadn’t been asked – and then he walked away, convinced that he had just delivered a proclamation that all should (and would) listen to.

My friend ignored it, and, of course, found the paper she was looking for because, hello!, Staples did carry it.

Here’s where it gets confusing.

Was he being sexist or just rude?

If it had been a woman who intruded on the conversation, there wouldn’t be a question.  But how can you tell someone’s intent when the only thing you know for sure is that the person speaking is male and that what he did was rude. 

Would he have done this to a guy asking a question? 

I’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt.  But part of me really has reasonable doubt that he would have felt the freedom to take charge of a situation with a male questioner instead of a female.  Hopefully someday it won’t be a question, and we will be able to tell the rude people from the sexist people, but for now…it’s anyone’s guess.



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