So I was talking to a guy a while ago and happened to tell him my “Nice to see you’re good for somethin’!” story: one day while I was picking up all the garbage on the sides of the gravel/dirt road I walk on every day (it’s something I do twice a year, picking up after the hunters in Spring and again in the Fall once all the summer people have left), some guy in a pick-up truck slowed and called out to me, “Nice to see you’re good for something!”
‘Pretty homophobic,’ the guy commiserated.
‘No, pretty misogynistic,’ I replied. I’d thought the guy in the pick-up had implied that women were just good for cleaning up, especially cleaning up after men.
But then the guy explained what he thought the guy in the pick-up had been thinking. I was stunned. It had never occurred to me.
If I am a lesbian, then I’m not fuckable. So I’m not good for anything.
(Which implies the guy in the pick-up thinks that women are good only for fucking. If you’re not fuckable, what good are you?)
(Men, you wonder why so many of us come to hate you?)
p.s.
The guy in the pick-up did not know if I was a lesbian. He apparently assumed so. Because… (take your pick; they’re all exemplars of flawed reasoning) ...
– I do not live with a man.
– I am not married to a man.
– I am not feminine.