I worked in a bar until 2 weeks ago, as well as doing other work too.

When working in a bar as a young woman, you do endure plenty of drunken male inanity, many sexist comments, leering, “jokes” and general distasteful male behaviour...

For example: “can I get you anything, Sir?” Grubby, overweight, balding prototype no1 eyes you up with all the subtlety of a clown with an erection “well, I wouldn’t mind a bit of YOU luv”

Or there’s the blokes who snap their fingers at you for a drink as though your calling in life is to hop, smile plastered, to their every beck and call. These blokes have apparently never learned about manners or general human decency.

There’s the men who jokingly whinge about and mock women/their wives - “they have all the power” - how fucking ignorant and tone deaf can you be when you, a scrotey old codger, is free to drink the family money away, all night, every night with friends whilst your nagging harpy/bangmaid McDishwasher is home cooking your meal...

Then there’s the younger ones who can’t allow a young woman to jog past the window without commenting loudly to one another about her body - seemingly forgetting there is another young female behind the bar feeling both enraged and uncomfortable.

But all this is par for the course, we know. Just bar culture, just men being men and boys being boys and you being a shrew if you have any ill feeling towards it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Well 2 weeks ago it was just me (27 but I look a LOT younger) and my female colleague (20). I’d actually finished my shift but we were chatting and having a laugh. These 3 men come in, all swagger and pomposity, and I get a bad feeling and think “no way I’m leaving her on her own with them” so I make myself a drink and perch at the end of the bar.

These blokes were pretty typical, very obnoxious, arrogant and entirely unimpressive in any way. I’d guess they were either late 30s or early 40s. They seemed a little tipsy but not especially drunk.

They hang around the bar instead of sitting down, I wasn’t really listening to them at first but one of them is getting more and more belligerent, says about how “he fucking hates women” how he, and any man could “beat and kill any woman”...I try to keep it lighthearted and diffuse “sure man, but I could beat you, and most men, in any pub quiz” but he’s escalating ... starts saying that we should go back to the 1800’s when women has no rights, he said “women are subhuman” and “women are inferior to men” that “men built everything”...well, I was literally shaking with rage at this point. Even his mates were trying to shut him up (though, birds of a feather - fuck those two pricks too)

I’ve never experienced such blatant woman hating inceldom - it was raw hatred and misogyny - the kind you know they think, and bleat about on their scrotish forums...not the kind of thing that is said like that in public...well on he goes, belittling, slandering and disrespecting women AT two barmaids (who he’d clearly chosen as targets due to us being younger, smaller females)

He had ordered himself a particularly foul smelling stout (indicative of his particularly pungent personality) It was sat in front of him (basically ASKING me to use it) so I did.

I picked it up, his almost full pint of stout and threw it all over him, his shirt and his pants. I said “you came out of a woman, you miserable bastard, get the fuck out of this bar right now”

I know this sounds like an “everybody clapped” moment...it wasn’t really, my heart was absolutely hammering in my chest. He said “you’ll lose your job for that, you little bitch” and I said “yes, but I can get a new bar job, there’s nothing you can do about your repellant personality - enjoy celibacy, dickhead”

Then there was a scuffle in which Incel McStoutShirt made himself look an even larger cockend, the bosses were called and I was told I wouldn't lose my job by my female boss.

My dad totally rained on my little feminist parade “Itzpapolotl, you just humiliated a woman hater in front of his friends, he knows where you work! what if he throws acid at you/follows you home/rapes/murders you?!” ... which I admit I hadn’t really thought about and did feel afraid of.

Went into work the next day and worked my whole 5 hour shift before my male boss told me I’d lost the job. I just sadly told him that no woman should have to be called subhuman by a man.

Don’t remember anything else, I was pretty upset.

Maybe a story of a woman losing her job isn’t “women’s liberation” BUT I’m still proud of what I did, I did it for me, my colleague and the female regular in there. I did it for my mum and HIS mum and every single woman on earth, each of us worth a thousand of that miserable misogynistic streak of shit.

I felt (lol at the buzzword) empowered. My bank account not so much lmao, but I stood up for us all and I’d do it again, any time.