In my twenty-one years of life, I've been called everything from friend to bitch to geek. Unlike most names, I don't mind being called either of these. I've been called harsher names; fag, pollock, blonde. The list is never-ending. These are the names that stick awhile like thorns in a thumb left bleeding until they are removed. I lack the social skills to combat most of these names. Most of the time I use the, "I'm sorry you feel that way" quote or "I know what I am, but what are you". Honestly, I have no idea what to say or how to say it. I've moved on from acting out in violence and instead focus on confusing my attacker/enemy with words. It works only for a little while.
Social stigma says I should be a dumb blonde who doesn't know right from left. Stereotype says I should be into weird kinky bisexual threesomes. All of these combine into a world of pigs, perverts, and assault. Granted, I know that there are several people who would "take care of" anyone who dared hurt me. My gosh... They'd jump in a vehicle and drive non-stop to knock heads.
My supervisor treats all the women as such and not much more. I've gained enough respect from him where he doesn't remark directly to me [or as much], but it annoys me to no end when he does it to everyone else. If I did file a complaint, nothing would come of it. Unless it was a full on derogatory "You're a stupid woman", no one would do anything. Implication means nothing where I work. Don't get me wrong. He's a nice guy and everything. It's his comments that bother me.
But I suppose this is life now and it's not gonna get any better.