On Sunday morning I attended a social event in my city. Because people tend to treat you better if you dress reasonably well, I put in a modicum of effort. Right afterwards, I went shopping for groceries. There something unusual happened: After taking some packaged fresh fish and putting it in my basket, a woman in prime wall-hitting age addressed me and recommended I take some other fish as well. She claimed I’ll surely like it, and that she can vouch for it. That woman was not an employee of that store. Instead, it was a woman in her mid-30s who apparently came across pickup materials for women.
Needless to say, I was pretty put off by this occurrence. I shrugged it off, told her that I would “think about it”, which is my default answer when I want to be non-confrontational. I turned away and headed to the cash register. It really was not my day, because while I was paying, the (young) female cashier kept staring at me, and then wished me a “really wonderful day, Mister”. For context, I should probably add that I live in a country where men have been cucked beyond belief. Indeed, it almost looks as if sex roles have been reversed, so passive are the men, and so insufferable the women.
I do not want to give you the impression that I have women throwing themselves at me wherever I go. However, that women in their 30s try getting my attention is not particularly uncommon. This could also be due to me not running into many young women in my professional life. Yet, I am not surprised when I catch a woman staring at me. It’s “height privilege” by and large, which works in clubs and bars as well as it does outside of them.
The lover/provider dichotomy certainly plays a role as well. Young women who have a tendency to live in the moment and think there is a never-ending line of men in their life are, of course, largely into looks. Once they scramble to find a provider, looks still matter, but moolah plays a much bigger role. I would not at all be surprised if it was part of the “game” of that old chick in the supermarket to quickly size up guys, make some situational comments and hope those dudes jump on the opportunity.
This encounter reminded me of anecdotes some of my better-off friends occasionally share. In short, once you no longer dress like a loser, it’s open season on you. Too bad if your job requires you to put on a decent suit. Based on anecdotes that center around the fact that women have been getting a bit more proactive in the dating market, it seems that there is a growing subset that is indeed starting to panic and decided to consequently take matters into their own hands. That will not work so well.
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3 thoughts on “Women Harassing me in the Supermarket”
where is the “harassed” part?
Haha. Well, if it were an undesirable male making this comment to a 5 or a 6 out of 10 near the fish market of the grocery store, it could definitely be construed as harassment.
welcome to western europe