Dear Sara,
Yesterday, I went to my favorite comic book store in Greensboro to pick up a copy of Sandman Vol. 3 before heading to my friend’s album release party.
When I walked into the store, the man at the counter was very friendly, saying, “Welcome! If you need help finding anything, let me know.”
As a woman who spends a decent amount of time in male-dominated stores like GameStop and Home Depot, I appreciated this gesture. At GameStop, I’ve been treated like a confused girl looking for a present for her boyfriend. And I’ve also been told, and I quote, “You want Dead Space? That one’s pretty scary. Are you sure you want to buy it?”
DID I STUTTER GIVE ME THE GAME PLZ THANKS.
At Home Depot, if I’m with a male friend and ask an employee, most often, the employee will reply to my male friend rather than to me.
This man at the comic book store was being helpful and treating customers equally as they walked into the door.
So, I went browsing, curious if I could also find Buffy the Vampire Slayer and The Amory Wars. After I was done browsing, I went to the section with the Sandman comics. While I was close to the counter, I heard the man speaking to a female customer who was checking out.
Man: Alright. Are you a college student? (students get a 10% discount)
F. Customer: Yes, I am. -goes to pull out student ID-
Man: Oh, no. I believe you. No problem! It’s enough for you to say “Yes.”
The man then smiled and finished the transaction with that girl. A couple of minutes later, I went to check out. This is how my transaction went:
Man: Are you a college student?
Me: Yes, I am. -hesitates for a moment to see what he’s going to say-
Man: Well, I need to see your ID. (He says this kindly and with a smile, so I was good with that.)
Me:-goes to pull out ID-
Man: Or you could just give me a smile.
Me: -laughs- I can do both. (Smile and show ID)
Man: Oh, no, that’s enough. Here you go!
So, I finished this awkward exchange and leave the store. Honestly, I just wanted to show that man proof that I qualified for a discount. I didn’t want my face to be commodity that earned me a less expensive comic book.
But, still. I didn’t call him out on it.
As I walked away from the store, I felt increasingly guilty. I had a few reasons for not calling out the sexism of asking a woman to smile.
- I didn’t know if he would get angry, thus making me feel uncomfortable to go to that store again.
- I didn’t want to make a scene in front of other customers.
- I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time if they wanted to check out during my “This is Why This is Not Okay” speech.
I identify as a feminist, but I feel like I should’ve said something. I don’t think this man had a malicious intent or that he was creepy. I think he’s from a generation in which that was how you learned kindness toward women. But, it boils down to this:
Are male customers asked to laugh for a comic book discount?
It’s one thing to be kind, and it’s another to reinforce the idea that women will use their bodies to manipulate others, ex. a woman crying or flirting in order to get out of a speeding ticket.
I will not use my body to get out of 10% of my comic book.
I wonder what else can be done that we can have productive conversations about sexist behaviors in public. I wish I could’ve said, “Sir, I’m sure you have no intention of offending me, and actually, I think you’re trying to be kind. But I want to be treated like your male customers. I am smiling not because you asked me to, but because I am happy today. Here is my student ID.”
Perhaps I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. There are so many pressures that probably made it more difficult for me to stand up for myself. But I want to start having kind conversations with others when I witness sexism and not just blog about it. We are all participants in the patriarchy, including myself. So, I turn 23 next week. I want 23-year-old Jamie to stand up for herself and others but also realize that doing something sexist doesn’t make someone innately terrible.
It simply means a conversation needs to happen.
I don’t care if men hold open doors for me as long as they don’t get offended when I open doors for them.
And I don’t care if I have to show my student ID.
Sincerely,
Jamie