From Classical Values:
“The act of getting coffee is not, by itself, a gender-specific act,” Schiller wrote. The fact that a vice president wrote “looks nice, dresses well,” on notes when she was hired also doesn’t add up to discrimination, the judge wrote.
“While the behavior of plaintiff’s supervisors may have been rude, gauche, or undesirable, their actions do not violate federal or state antidiscrimination laws,” Schiller wrote.
Klopfenstein, who worked at the company for six weeks in 2006, plans to appeal, said her attorney, Timothy M. Kolman, of Langhorne.
UPDATE: Megan McArdle–“A male friend, who spends a not inconsiderable time cruising feminist sites, was one of those who asked what it meant.”
Now that’s pretty fucked up.
That law firm is in my mother’s favorite supermarket parkinglot complex thingie, and I know (knew) the one of those attorneys. Nice enough fellow, but he is one of those aspiring Euro-weenies who has some inexplicable affection for the United Nations and who takes his Leftiness way too seriously. Also, he looks like a chubby lesbian in pictures.
“Win the cocktail party” is loserspeak for Belushi’s axiom that “women aren’t funny.” They’re beautiful, kind, sweet-smelling, compassionate and affectionate, but those things a rollicking cocktail party do not make. Just this morning I had the whole office in stiches with my story about what happened earlier in morning with the downstairs-ladies’ big dog jumping up and nailing me square in the tender bits with his paw as I walked past him. Women never tell funny stories about getting punched in the balls by a giant dog. Probably because women’s physical pain generally isn’t considered hilarious, which may indicate that the Patriarchy isn’t working as intended.
And I suppose the feminists have never been a man at a party where your girl makes kick-ass horsderves and that is all anyone can talk about for the whole party . . .
Is “bitch” more polite than “ho”? I just wanna know what I’m supposed to say. After all, I needs my coffee.
BTW: I ain’t discriminatin’ up in here. Regardless of gender, anyone who does the step’n’fetch for my coffee is either a bitch or a ho. That is simply how I roll.
ccoffer: I think “wench” is the traditional term. “Wynch” if you’re trying to be PC.
– Well as long as he doesn’t ask her if his shirt is ironed…..
My wife doesn’t do my shirts. I have this Korean gang that does my shirts. “Heavy starch?”, the gang leader asked when I dropped off my shirts. “Yes.” I said boldly.
Totally off topic, but this appeared in the comment spam, and I just wanted to help:
# Looking For A Fuck Buddy on Hopey McChangerson’s unilateralist cowboy diplomacy [Karl]
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So, what the hell does ‘winning the cocktail party’ mean? Apologies if that sounds dumb, but I read her blurb and still don’t know.
um, Kevin, RTO explained it to me as it’s some kind of example/explanation of how men and women are different. going to a cocktail party… women will want everyone to have a good time/be happy just being there, men will compete for whatever… best story, most drinks, etc, thereby “winning” the cocktail party”
What is up with Megan’s friend? Everyone knows when I flash my boobs I move ahead of the guys that have been waiting a long time in a rockin’ place. Should the guys sue?
Appealing to the judges by claiming to be outside the competition — to be on their side against all competitors — is the most dishonorable style of “winning.”
And creepy.
Klopfenstein complained that she was fired immediately after she complained that she should not be expected to get coffee when it was not one of her listed job duties.
“It’s not my job.” Regardless of gender or task required, this only works on union sites as far as my experience goes. It will move you immediately to the top of the lay-off chart where I work. On the other hand, rolling up your sleeves and taking care of business will be noticed. There is a reason Larry the Cable Guys “Git-R-Done” resonates with red staters and working folks.
Sigh, the young folks. If you are a receptionist, you were hired for your appearance and your servantness.
I think men just have fun together trying to top each other. It does make the jokes better.
But I’m still an embryo with a long long way to go and for real I should have studied harder in school I think cause I’m sure tired of these crappy jobs I keep getting. I think maybe it’s my skill set. No, really. I’m a useless idiot to be honest so I get really sensitive when people ask me to do menial tasks cause it’s just like rubbing my nose in it. Maybe there’s something at the community college that might could help, but none of thems on the Sex & The City ever did that. I need to think.
â€ÂA male friend, who spends a not inconsiderable time cruising feminist sites, was one of those who asked what it meant.â€Â
This screams Metrosexual.
By feminist websites he might mean youporn.
Yes. But if you show them your boobs, they probably won’t.
All of this talk of boob flashing makes me proud of my country for the first time.
I’m betting Klopfenstein is her maiden name.
It always cracks me up when I read proclamations that women are not competitive.
I am so confused about this gender thing. And you would have thought I could have figured out by now.
I am maybe recalling it wrong but back in my parents day no one brought up gender in every stupid social interaction between men and women. Perhaps gender was more clearly defined and therefore no one discussed. Or more likely we all have way too much time on our hands to dream up this crap.
That said I must be cocktail party gender bi (or trans not sure of the proper term?) because I worry that guests are comfortable and having a good time but I also like to tell amusing stories. However I am of Irish descent and have the blarney. Maybe being Irish trumps gender?
Hmmm.
Frankly if getting coffee for someone is that fraught with meta-implications then perhaps employment isn’t for her.
It’s just coffee. I’ve been asked by coworkers to get them some coffee in various situations.
[…] being a supplement to yesterday’s post, for the edification and moral instruction of young men and women concerned about the equity of […]
“…THAT one! The sultry bitch with the fire in her eyes! Take her clothes off and bring her to me!”
— M*A*S*H
I love the new millenium!
Imagine even thirty years ago. This woman would be under psychiatric observation.
Ahhh! But I digress…
There was no word whether calling a female reporter “sweety” or telling Clinton’s minions to “get over it” was a sexist act.