Do you ever look at the obliviousness of other people and just want to bang your head on things? I work selling athletic shoes. A woman came in the other day looking to buy running shoes; no big deal, common occurrence. Except this woman was, and I will add that it was obvious, a woman who was unfortunate enough to be born into a man’s body. Let me tell you, she was still rocking a long tank, belt and tights. All is fine and good, except that when she steps up to the desk to ask for help, my (already a pretentious asshole) co-worker beat me to the punch. He then proceeds to lead this well-dressed, polite woman into the men’s running section shamelessly. AHHHHHHHHH.
Notice here that I haven’t called this woman trans or anything, because I don’t know the details of her life. I have been using “woman” and other accompanying pronouns under the assumption (and I apologize to the universe in advance if I got it wrong) that those were the preferred identifiers of this person. I won’t be so presumptuous as to pretend I know any details of this person’s life, but I am going on this tiny tirade, though, because EVEN IF this person was a man who preferred to cross-dress, they would still have preferred women’s shoes!! Or at least have enjoyed the option, sizes permitting.
So thanks for reading, if you made it this far. Friendly reminder not to assume that just because a body looks like a man or woman, the soul looks the same.