Generational double-standard

My grandmother and I have a... different kind of relationship. We try to get along (and, believe it or not--and most of you won't after reading this--a lot of the time we do), but because we're so much alike (according to the folks who know us best), we know where all of the buttons are and push them (with glee) when it gets right down to it. We really got going when I hit puberty and started asserting my independence. We've gotten in some good licks over the years.

She has:

• Upon seeing me for the first time in over a year, said I do believe you've gained weight! instead of Hello or I've missed you.
• Asked me at Thanksgiving dinner if I've ever thought of running a comb through my hair. When I told her that you can't comb curly hair without making it frizzy, she replied Oh, I just thought you might want to look nice sometime.
• Given me a bathroom scale for Christmas. (Let's note here that I am healthy, and I don't have a weight problem.)
• Turned to me after watching Ghostbusters and said (in all seriousness) You know this is all make-believe, don't you? This didn't really happen. (I was 12.)
• Said Well, I don't know to me after ANY recitation of fact on my part.
  The sun rose this morning, Grandma.
  Well, I don't know.
• Told me, after I suffered through an abusive relationship and a torturous escape from it, Well, he sure was handsome.

You get the gist.

I, in return, have:

• Graduated from not one, but two major universities without landing a husband (cardinal sin in her eyes, not to mention a terrible waste of tuition money).
• Held it over her head that I learned to drive and she did not. When she backseat drives, I tell her that when she gets her license, she can tell me how to drive. 
• Refused to take her shit (which gets to her more than anything because everyone takes her shit). 
• Because she's a staunch teetotaler, I've occasionally tipped a glass in front of her. 
• When I was 13, terrorized her with the microwave (she did not have one at home and was frightened of them) by wrenching open the door while it was cooking and shoving my hand inside (multiple times) to freak her out. 
• Worn flip-flops, despite the fact that, according to her, I was not raised that way. Whatever that means. 

And it goes on. Tit for tat. It's just how we exist and communicate. But there's one thing about her and many of the women in her generation that I will simply never understand. She values men more than she values women. She defers to men on every occasion. Nothing a woman could say could ever be smarter than something a man could say. Nothing a woman does will ever outweigh what a man does.

Case in point, yesterday (Father's Day), Grandma was showing me the practicality of her wallet/purse combo (as opposed to the huge, impractical sack I lug around--whatever, 22 tubes of lipgloss won't fit into a wallet/purse). When we got to the pictures section, there was a picture of my ne'er-do-well, good-for-nothing step-brother who has not been around or done anything nice for or with the family in well over a decade (we don't even know where he lives). He's stolen from my parents and disrespected them in countless ways. But there his picture was (mine was nowhere to be seen, even though I've been there for every birthday, holiday, and family function and/or emergency).

But alas, he sure was handsome in that wallet photo.