Hello all, can I have a large glass of a spicy red wine please - do we have any rioja maybe?
Today I am sick of low level misogyny. Two men at work, who unconsiously (I hope) have the women that they work with divided into "ones I'd fuck, and am therefore nice to", and "unfuckable ones, who I will speak to like shit". It's so obvious. I heard one of them on the phone trying to hide his assets from his wife who's divorcing him (can't think why 
). There's nothing I can do about it, they don't report to me, and there's nothing tangible enough for a complaint...just urgh.
Then a bloke on a bike today called me a fucking cunt because I was unexpectedly in his path when a car suddenly braked in front of me and stopped me getting across the road in time. I'm a cyclist myself, so I understand it's scary when you think you're going to hit people, but it's just depressing that his instinct wasn't to shout "Look out!", but straight to a misogynistic slur.
And my household is in a shambles since I've got my new job and I can't facilitate any more. Husband was supposed to step up, but hasn't and can't understand why him holding up random odds and sods and bleating "do we recycle this?" makes me so very, very angry.
"But you know these things!", he says.
"I will insert them in you if you ask me again", I say.
"I'm only asking", he says. "Why is it so hard to just tell me?"
Why? Because you are making it MY JOB to know these things, because secretly, deep down, you think this is WOMEN'S SHIT TO DEAL WITH. And what you don't realise is that it will make my vagina clang shut like a portcullis, because I am weirdly completely unattracted to helpless child like creatures.
And yet, you continue to ask.
Argh!!!!!