My beautiful, smart, talented girlfriend went to college. Actually, she went to a University but, she went to a "special" college within that large university. She went to Douglas College at Rutgers University in New Brunswick. It is well established and a very good women's college. It has a history for promoting women's rights and progressive ideas. And it has, i'm sure, improved her knowledge and understand of this historically "man's world" and shaped her into the wonderful woman that she is today...
BUT...
What I want to know and what I can't seem to understand is... How come women want to be treated "equal" when it benefits them but want to be treated like a woman in a situation when it is best for them, as in... "you take out the trash cuz i'm a girl, you should lift this big heavy box because you're supposed to, you should open the door for me, make sure the toilet seat is down, etc."?
Last night, my girlfriend and I went out to meet some dude friends of mine at a bar. Some of my friends were checking out some girl across the way. I wasn't really googly eyed about her, actually i wouldn't have even noticed her if wasn't for someone pointing her out. But when I happened to look in her direction later in the night, I got smacked in the forehead. WHAM! Right dead above the eyes, hard like a softball hitting the ground. I was pissed! I was red with anger and had to consume it like a shy teenager who just got spit on by a bully. She insulted me in front of my friends AND she hit me. How is that okay? I don't think it is.
It's like that V8 commercial where all those wives are bonking their husbands on their heads because they pass on all the vegetables.... why is that okay? why is it okay for a woman to put her hands on a man and hit him and disrespect him? God forbid I ever put my hand on a woman... even if it was a joke... even if it was to smack her ass and say nice jeans. God forbid that and society forbid that because for some reason it is not okay to hit a woman in anger or in admiration. Hitting a woman is disrespectful and demeaning to them... that's what woman have marched for and signed petitions for and withheld their "treasure" for... RESPECT.... and now on a drizzly night in some bar in Moorestown NJ... I was getting bonked on the head and disRESPECTED in front of my dude friends and in front of the whole bar.
So what ended up happening...? Well... Nuthin'!! There was nothing I could do except take it and swallow the pride sticker that got smacked on my forehead. I was quiet in the car and we talked about it for a few minutes... but I know it won't change anything. I know i'll still get bonked on the head for supposedly doing stupid things. I'll still get told about how women have the right to be treated equal to men and i'll still have to hear all the women I know talk about how they need a man to take care of them and love them and be there for them... whatever... somebody should just stab me in the forehead with the double edged sword that all you women wanna secretly carry and use like a ninja... it's ridiculous.
At work... we all get paid a certain amount to work... if your job required you to carry a box of clothes or to lift something heavy or to take the trash to the dumpster... don't ask me to do it. I'll do it when its my turn... not every other day..... not once a week... when its my turn. That's what's fair.
On Valentines Day, don't expect to get flower and candy and expect a man to pay for dinner... because if the relationship is "equal" he should be getting something too.... and i'm not talking about "treasure", i'm talking about what men really want... gadgets.. like an ipod or a bb gun or some comic books. Thats what would be fair.
If there are any men out there that want to do another million man march... please let me know... because we can go to DC or even to Douglas college and we can march and have speeches and talk about how we have equal rights... and our rights should not be discriminated by so-called feminists who want all the cards in the deck.... I'll be in the back of the crowd... marching... making sure my girl doesn't see me.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Where'd you get them jeans?
I am back.
After a brief, but always too long, furlough, crzysmooth returns. Many things have happened while I was away. A buddy of mine is on Blogger [blogspot] writing blogs so I decided I'd relocate the musings of crzysmooth here from its native MYSPACE to give it a fresh look and to be able to share it with more people in a different format. Also, several friends have started to write blogs as well, creating an urge to get back to my rightful place in the mix.... a place where I can stir the other pota-toes in the soup.
I recently have become unemployed from my primary job like many Americans during this recession we are in... and it is in my interest to keep my thoughts and events captured in time so that I have some kind of record for posterity. Time will only tell who or what will become of this new endeavor. Either way, I, crzysmooth am back and ready to help...help myself...and to help others.
Today I wanna discuss something odd that I see occuring. I have recently entered the retail industry as a sales associate at a popular mall clothing store. Everyday I talk to people and try to help them find what they need so they can be - first of all, on their way quickly, and secondly so they spend a little more money in the store overall. Honestly, I don't really care about the money stuff and the sales... I just like BSing with customers that come in. But for some reason, everytime I start helping somebody out, the salesman in me starts to show his face... I soon want that person to start buying a whole bunch of stuff... like jekyl and hide... Its crazy. Its crzy-smooth. I start talking to them like we've known each other forever... I start telling them about what we have in the store... i ask them what they are looking for... I ask them what they need it for... is it for work? is it for just the weekends when they are outside gardening or at the park with the wife and kids? Soon enough, we are looking at a wall of denim and I'm explaining to them that the jeans we are looking at are cut individually from unique handpicked textiles and are washed in a special way to get the very specific look and feel that they are today. I'm explaining to them the pattern is laid down on the denim fabric and it is cut in a manner where the grains always move vertically throughout the whole jean and if you were to lay the jeans down you would be able to iron them if you wanted to and they would look like the jeans were cut in half on the sides... [basically, i'm telling them what jeans are supposed to look like if it has the correct cut]. And next thing you know... the person next to me is looking for a size so he or she can try them on because these jeans are now somehow SPECIAL. They usually buy them if they fit... they almost definitely buy them if someone tells them they look awesome and those jeans were meant for them. ha!
I love the hustle. I like convincing people what they already know. These people who stand and listen to me know they like the jeans... they just want some kind of justification on why the are spending all that money for them. That's all people ever want..... THEY WANT TO KNOW THAT THE DECISIONS THEY ARE MAKING ARE THE RIGHT ONES..... and i'm here to tell them that its okay. Its okay to spend a little for something they want. Its okay to indulge in themselves or for somebody else. Its okay to help this economy and get back in the swing of things...
But really... if they didn't want it... if they really didn't want it... they wouldn't even sit there and talk to me. They wouldn't even come into the store. Would they? Everybody has an idea what they want in life... sometimes they just need somebody else to sell it to them.
After a brief, but always too long, furlough, crzysmooth returns. Many things have happened while I was away. A buddy of mine is on Blogger [blogspot] writing blogs so I decided I'd relocate the musings of crzysmooth here from its native MYSPACE to give it a fresh look and to be able to share it with more people in a different format. Also, several friends have started to write blogs as well, creating an urge to get back to my rightful place in the mix.... a place where I can stir the other pota-toes in the soup.
I recently have become unemployed from my primary job like many Americans during this recession we are in... and it is in my interest to keep my thoughts and events captured in time so that I have some kind of record for posterity. Time will only tell who or what will become of this new endeavor. Either way, I, crzysmooth am back and ready to help...help myself...and to help others.
Today I wanna discuss something odd that I see occuring. I have recently entered the retail industry as a sales associate at a popular mall clothing store. Everyday I talk to people and try to help them find what they need so they can be - first of all, on their way quickly, and secondly so they spend a little more money in the store overall. Honestly, I don't really care about the money stuff and the sales... I just like BSing with customers that come in. But for some reason, everytime I start helping somebody out, the salesman in me starts to show his face... I soon want that person to start buying a whole bunch of stuff... like jekyl and hide... Its crazy. Its crzy-smooth. I start talking to them like we've known each other forever... I start telling them about what we have in the store... i ask them what they are looking for... I ask them what they need it for... is it for work? is it for just the weekends when they are outside gardening or at the park with the wife and kids? Soon enough, we are looking at a wall of denim and I'm explaining to them that the jeans we are looking at are cut individually from unique handpicked textiles and are washed in a special way to get the very specific look and feel that they are today. I'm explaining to them the pattern is laid down on the denim fabric and it is cut in a manner where the grains always move vertically throughout the whole jean and if you were to lay the jeans down you would be able to iron them if you wanted to and they would look like the jeans were cut in half on the sides... [basically, i'm telling them what jeans are supposed to look like if it has the correct cut]. And next thing you know... the person next to me is looking for a size so he or she can try them on because these jeans are now somehow SPECIAL. They usually buy them if they fit... they almost definitely buy them if someone tells them they look awesome and those jeans were meant for them. ha!
I love the hustle. I like convincing people what they already know. These people who stand and listen to me know they like the jeans... they just want some kind of justification on why the are spending all that money for them. That's all people ever want..... THEY WANT TO KNOW THAT THE DECISIONS THEY ARE MAKING ARE THE RIGHT ONES..... and i'm here to tell them that its okay. Its okay to spend a little for something they want. Its okay to indulge in themselves or for somebody else. Its okay to help this economy and get back in the swing of things...
But really... if they didn't want it... if they really didn't want it... they wouldn't even sit there and talk to me. They wouldn't even come into the store. Would they? Everybody has an idea what they want in life... sometimes they just need somebody else to sell it to them.
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