There is a person with whom I have to interact pretty much daily (not a coworker).
He's weird around women. Not weird as in awkward. Weird as in something really is not right with him. It's a gee-I-hope-he-has-no-idea-where-I-live kind of weirdness.
Once, he told me that working with a certain group of women was like "dealing with strippers" because "strippers take advantage of you."
[And, really, isn't that just commerce? She'll gyrate for/on you if you pay her enough money to do so. There's no gray area there.]
And when a woman told him that she recently lost $800 in Vegas, he responded with "You were in Vegas. You should have just worked it off."
[shudder]
But this is the kicker. In a discussion with two acquaintances of mine (one male, one female), he mentioned the fact that he used to work in women's fashion. Not a big deal. But, after awhile, he came out with this gem: "You know, when you think really hard about it, dealing with women and their clothing is a lot like being a gynecologist."
What. The. FUCKINGFUCKDOESTHATEVENFUCKINGMEAN?
One of these days, they're going to find mummified women and cats in his basement.
Here's to not being one of them.
Cheers!
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