Doh.

This one is too good not to document, even if there is a .0004% chance the offender will find my blog and get her feel-bads hurt.  I’m more concerned about my feel bads right about now.

So I was minding my own business when a stranger showed me a picture of his young son who has long hair and wears it in a ponytail sometimes.  This led to a conversation about my husband who also has long hair (and only wears it in a ponytail at the gym because, well, ew).  So then he tells me about a time they were in a public place and some other kids said to his son “are you a girl?”  Mean.  So I mention that often, in public, Court and I are referred to as ladies.  “How are you ladies doing tonight?  Are you ladies ready to order?”  Stuff like that.  People just can’t be bothered to pay attention.  Even sometimes when they hear a deep voice come out of one of the ladies (who doesn’t actually look like a lady at all).

So then this guy’s wife joins the conversation.

“Well that wouldn’t happen in California.”

Because California is so progressive and much better than Utah.  Yeah, I know.  California—home of long-hair equality.

Then she goes one step too far.

“Actually, in California people would probably think that you are a man.”

 

What!?!