Hmm… this is my first quote in a while.
So last night, I tagged along with Jane to a service project — the Winter Mental Health Dinner, which was at the Veteran’s Memorial Center’s reception hall. Towards the end of the night, Mo wandered in from nowhere and we found out that she and some others were on the theater side of the Memorial Center doing another project — the Feminist Film Festival. Since Lesley was over there, I decided to just go over after my project was over so I could catch a ride home with her.
Of course, when I went over, I didn’t want to just stand around, so I tried to help out, too. When the festival ended for the night, I helped clean up the theater seating area, and helped the DJ pack up his stuff into his car. Then I went back to the lobby, and the other volunteers and I stood in a circle and talked for a bit as we waited for our next task. A line of the coördinators came along carrying tables, and I (the only male volunteer) happened to be in the position of our talking-circle that saw them coming first. I walked over to the first coördinator in the line, who was also the smallest, and this conversation ensued:
“Let me take that table for you.”
— Me, trying to be a good volunteer.
“NO!!!”
— The coördinator, loud enough for everyone in the lobby to stop and look at us.
“…”
— Me, shocked.
“I think it’s because you have a penis.”
— Mo.
I was kinda in shock after that. And afraid to offer to help anymore.
Yeah, feminists are crazy. Didn’t you learn from what I told you about opening doors for women???
WE DONT WANT NO HELP, MALES!
hahaha.
What about shemales?