We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Women have been begging men for thirty years to treat them no differently from men. I never could meet that demand, having inherited a slight gallantry gene from my Dad. I'd be the sucker who drowned, and would receive no post-mortem gratitude.
Old story: In the mid 80s, I attended an academic conference in Sicily. Attending the conference were highly educated academics from around the world. One evening a buffet dinner was served in an old castle as part of the social program. When the serving trays with the food came out and were placed by the kitchen staff on long tables in the courtyard, the Americans, Canadians, Brits, Australians, and others dutifully formed a single line to queue up for food. Our Italian hosts, on the other hand, rushed to the head of the line to form a separate queue. Our line progressed slowly. As it happened, by the time those of us at the back of the first line reached the food trays, very little food was left. The rude behavior of our hosts that night left a bad taste in our mouths, you can be sure.
That reminds me. When I was working temporarily in France some years ago, I would take the bus to the office. Usually there were enough seats for everyone, but one day it got very crowded. An older woman got on the bus and so I stood up to give her my seat. She, along with the other passengers, was just astonished that I would offer her a seat. If they hadn't already suspected from my appearance, they all knew then I was NOT French.
Dude, you know, you know. Stop using your unearned brutish strength to maintain the aggression patriarchy, and let those who are the nurturers of civilization, and their progeny, go first.
That "don't gender me" was the dead giveaway that this is person steeped in feminist doxology, convinced that after 65 years of the Pax Americana, that virile masculinity is the existential threat to Civilization, and must be neutered.
As a teenager, I remember once holding a door for an elderly African American woman. Our eyes locked for just a little too long as she passed, and she knew and I knew, and she smiled a little, and I smiled a little, and she went on through. A better world...