This is just a dumb little post about something that happened today. All of mylife, both at home growing up and at university everything has always been pretty close to me, so the cost of driving never really seemed worth it to me, so I’d walk or get a bus/train.  I want to break in to recruitment or employment upskilling as a job and it turns out that a lot of these posistions you need to drive, so I am in the process of learning right now but until then, busses it is. So I went to town this morning to buy some food/essentials for the week(as well as a couple of nicer peppered steaks, which are amazing 😀 but I digress)

All of my life I was indoctrinated  taught that it was polite for one to let the elderly and women on the bus before you get on,  as to allow them a seat if one is available. Now, don’t get me wrong, if someone is with a crutch/cast, is obviously too old to stand comfortably or is far along in a pregnancy(although that last one is getting sketchy for me these days) I will happily give up my seat for them but I am at the point now where if you are able bodied, you can wait your turn like anyone else but the whole “let women on first” always stuck with me, and I always acted on it as if it was an automatic response.

Today though, was different, after finding out about, and deciding to become a MGTOW, I decided as a baby step, this was the first thing that was going to change. So, I got the bus stop, I was the first one there and was carrying three bags of shopping and I saw it, a woman, middle age probably about 35 – 45 holding nothing but a handbag comes to the bus stop and I knew then my pointless game was afoot! A couple more people arrive, I listen to some music, I pat a passing dog and have a chat with the owner and then, five or so minutes later we see it, the bus comes driving down the road, everyone else at the stop remains still while me and the lady both inch closer to the curb, ready to board.

We both look at each other and smile, we both know whats going on here, she expects to be let on first, everyone else expects me to let her go first but not this time! The bus slowly crawls to a stop and in my mind it’s like the wild west at this point, last to draw loses, to the victor goes the choice in seating location. Then, the doors open, we meet eyes again and I smile at her, she moves to get on but then BOOM! JOHN WAYNE, SUCKA! I, with cat like relexes walk on first, seeing the wide eyed look of surprise on her face as  I get on.

Now,  I know that story may have seemed like nothing to a lot of you, but as someone who grew up being raised by an aunt, a sister, a mother, a grand mother, and a VERY old school “be a gentleman” grand father(my dad f~~~ed off somewhere when I was born I guess but that’s for a different post) I was taught that no matter what I do, I should treat women with respect, with manners and make sure that are happy and comfortable and to finally take this admittedly tiny step of doing something as simple as not letting a woman cut in line and get on a bus first was a big deal for me. it was cold, my  stopping was heavy and so I put my comfort first, above that of a woman and you know what, it felt damn good 😀 Again, sorry if you feel reading this was a waste of time, I hope you at least got some entertainment from it 🙂

It’s good to hear you’re walking away from your indoctrination.  I don’t think one even has to be a MGTOW to stop adhering to this ‘ladies first’ nonsense.  I look at it from an equality standpoint.  It’s impossible to treat both sexes equally if one sex is still getting preferential treatment.  There have been podcasts of men calling women out on this, and so far it seems the only response women can muster for demanding special treatment is “because that’s the way it’s always been done.”

Women open the doors for me all the time at the college I attend. They are thristy.

Great job!! I did something similar to one at a grocery store checkout line a few weeks ago.  It’s the entitled expectation of submitting to their whims that grinds on me.  We are engaged in a campaign of disobedience to feminism, and each time we collectively do little things like this we strengthen our position.

F~~~ these little entitlement princesses’ feelings as they don’t give a flying rat’s ass about ours.

I took a trip recently to Chicago area with my ex, escorting our daughter to an audtion nearby. My ex and I went into Chicago for half day while daughter was in audition. On the train ride back to car park, we were all sitting (3 in group, two females with me) and the car was somewhat crowded. A fairly young couple got on. the man had one of those baby  slings with an infant in it. I did offer him my seat and he took it. His female stood. That was cool.

As for holding doors,  I’m sure I’ve held a door enough times just long enough for someone else to brace it but I don’t think I’m doing more than that for a woman nowadays apart from during my naive late teens and early twenties and I won’t be doing that ever again. In fact I think the next time I take a woman out I’m going to take the best seat too. Just get in there quick before she realizes and watch her face when she does.

Now I think about it there’s that reflex of passing over a lighter when a woman’s looking for a light as well, the amount of times I’ve passed a lighter and I even once lit the thing for a woman as well (sickening), and worse yet gave a quick whistle to a woman who was looking for a light to get her attention and got told (with her back facing me) not to whistle at her like a dog (a male friend of hers actually set her right but she never bothered to even look at me or apologize for her attitude). But luckily I’m giving up smoking and down to about 4 or 5 a day so hopefully that’s never a problem again. If it ever is then  –  “I don’t have a light. Stay away, I never carry more than £40 on me and I have nothing left now I swear!”