So I was talking to a guy yesterday 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, 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 only good for fucking. If you’re not fuckable, what good are you?)
(Men, you wonder why so many of us come to hate you?)