I was going to post today about the updates to my interior design today, but I’ve realized that I’ve neglected something huge that’s happened at different points along my Tiny House journey.
As a single female (barely) under 30, I understand that there are many things I may not know a lot about while building my Tiny House. I have never installed drywall, tiled a shower, or laid a floor. I don’t own a nail gun and I hadn’t used a circular saw until just a couple of weeks ago. I wear pink and have six earrings in each ear. (I also wear blue and love DCs, but I digress…) I have outsourced the spray foam insulation, electrical work, plumbing, and shell build to others who are much more qualified that I am.
Now with all that being said, I’d like to finally address something women everywhere probably think, but never say. I’d like to address the elephant in the room.
Just once, I’d like to be able to hire someone or talk to a professional without getting hit on.
That’s right. I fucking said it.
It’s not too much to ask for, really. I mean, do men get hit on when they walk around in paint-covered shorts and smell like two-day-old sweat? I’ve smelt them; I can assure you they do not.
I’m just saying that it would be nice to go get my oil changed without feeling like I’m being hustled to replace parts that are absolutely fine, just because the mechanic assumes I know nothing about cars. (Even though I don’t.)
I would like to walk into a gun shop without getting the side-eye from the salespeople. I usually get asked if I’m buying a gift for a brother or father. (I like guns. So…shoot…me?)
If you offer me a deal, I would like to be given a discount because of my professional merit, because you think I can advertise for you, or because you are offering a special.
I would NOT like to be given a discount because of my appearance. I will NOT sleep with you if you give me $100 off a big project. I will NOT feel obligated to go out with you if you start throwing freebies my way.
Here is a less obvious example of what I’ve been dealing with. Two weeks ago I went to Home Depot with my dad to look for light sockets for my antique sconces that I found on Craigslist. We split up to look for them for two reasons: 1.) We had no idea where they’d be or if they even sold them in stores; and 2.) We’d imprudently gone to Giant Eagle first. (Why is that imprudent, you ask? Because we’d bought ice cream. It was 92 degrees out. Again, I digress…)
So here we are in Home Depot, wandering the aisles aimlessly, when I decided to buck up and just ask someone for help. A nice middle-aged man showed me the correct aisle and I promptly found what we needed. Bingo! Mission complete! I “ca-cawed” to my dad to signal that I’d found them, and he promptly whistled back. By the time he got back to me, I was surrounded by three or four Home Depot associates.
But Rachel, you needed help. You said you didn’t know where the item was.
True. But at this particular point in time I no longer needed help. My sales trip was all wrapped up and I was just waiting in the middle of the aisle for my dad to meander over.
But Rachel, maybe they were just bored. Maybe they just wanted to make conversation.
Possible. But when my Dad found me his comment was right on: “How come I’ve never gotten that much help when I come in here?!” Then they scattered like baby mice.
I’m not going to throw any individual person under the bus, but so far in working on my Tiny House I’ve been asked out, texted about how beautiful I am (that was from someone on Craigslist – creepy), and one even told me he’d leave his wife for me. My whole point is that I would just like to be treated professionally. If I am hiring you to build something for me or help me with a project, I am hiring you.
I can also fucking fire you.
And before you all get your panties in a bunch, let me clarify some things.
- Am I saying I could complete this project alone? No.
- Am I saying I wish I were dangling-dingleberry-butt ugly so I no longer got hit on? Nope.
- Am I saying I could get along just fine without a faux marriage proposal every other week? ABSOLUTELY.
So think before you speak next time fellas. I know you’re ruled by your penis and all but
do you really think “buying” a lady is something you’ll feel good about later?
Scratch that last part. I don’t trust your feelings. Just stop fucking doing it.