Thursday, August 26, 2004
the death of chivalry
This post is kind of late in the game - this happened Wednesday, but I didn't think much of it at the time. But last night, as I recounted the events, I thought that it deserved online presence.
I was on my way to some consumer research. Client was there and I was bringing along my producer and copywriter (both guys, as in hindi bading) for a squeezed-in PPM. I had a laptop, 3 VHS tapes, 3 file folders and my handbag. When we were hailing a cab, none of them offered to help. Furthermore, they didn't hail the cab. I did. Thought balloon: What the fuck? Hello?!? Lady who needs your help here? Leche. Mga walang kwenta.
Copywriter sits on the driver's side. Producer sits with me at the back. When we get to our destination, I pay the fare. I hear slamming of doors. Poh-tangina. None of these guys opened the door for me. For perspective, it was drizzling. I ranted out loud and the cab driver laughed and shook his head. Up until we climbed to the floor where I was meeting client (the third fucking floor), none of these guys offered any of their beefed-up arms for any of the things I was carrying. Thought balloon part 2: Packingshet. Ano ba?!? Are they really like this? Did their mothers even teach them how it is to be a gentleman? Or do they just hate me? The only reason for which is that I am an AE (their AE to be exact).
So guys, be honest. H'wag na kayo magpanggap. If you hate a person (for some reason or another - ket mababaw or may natatanim na malalim na poot), would you ignore the code of chivalry purposely? Could you restrain that supposedly inherent mark of a gentleman (assuming you are bred that way), if the person you were to exhibit that gentlemanliness to was a lady you despised?
I am at a loss. I throw my hands up to such men, who I think I shall not call men. Not even boys. Maggots.
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