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Defeating casual sexism one ignorant lunkhead at a time [20131031|15:53]
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
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Most of the time when confronted with casual sexism or racism, I find myself responding in a manner that leaves me dissatisfied. I'm left instead to contemplate the host of scathing, incisive replies that come to me in the middle of the night, long after they could possibly be useful. L'esprit de l'escalier and that. So I feel the need to record yesterday's cab journey, it being a rare occasion when exactly the right retort leapt to mind and flew off my tongue unchecked by the desire to placate or smooth over.

I hailed the cab from the corner of Prince Consort Road. The driver assumed I was a student from Royal College of Music. I corrected him, being neither a student nor a musician. He spent some time exclaiming over how I must be very intelligent and looked so young to be a member of staff at a university. Suddenly, a woman driving an SUV cut him up. He launched into a tirade about how women are very poor drivers who never pay attention because they're always talking to their passengers or are on the phone.

An awkward pause ensued.

"Do you drive?" he asked me.
"No," I sighed mournfully and untruthfully, "my husband won't let me."

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[User Picture]From: doccy
2013-10-31 17:36 (UTC)
And suddenly, XKCD!



...BTW - if you don't mind me asking - why no drivings? I only ask because "Yay I Can Drive!" always seemed to be a default thing that late teens did, but I didn't learn until I was 31 because I failed twice when I was 17 and learned to love buses and walking (in Exeter, where "buses and walking" is a vaguely acceptable travel option for almost any occasion).
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2013-10-31 17:48 (UTC)
YEP.

Oh, I can drive (at least in the US). I didn't do my test until I was 20, which is practically unheard of there, and I still don't like driving much. Now that I live in the countryside, I really should finish attempting to get my full UK licence, though...
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[User Picture]From: sekl
2013-10-31 19:43 (UTC)
You are as always wicked good fun.
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2013-11-04 18:28 (UTC)
If only I'd said it was my wife...

Although then his head might've exploded and I wouldn't have arrived at my destination.
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[User Picture]From: jixel
2013-11-02 02:25 (UTC)
as if you expected a cabbie to be more erudite
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From: pbristow
2013-11-02 15:12 (UTC)
I don't think erudition was the issue here. =:o\
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2013-11-04 18:28 (UTC)
Spot on.
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2013-11-04 18:29 (UTC)
Ah, but I've had many delightful conversations with London cabbies over the years. Enough to make up for the duff ones, fortunately.
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