This one is a doozy!
These two chicks apply to get jobs at a very successful and sexy lingerie outlet, Honey Birdette. At some point, they leave and turn their story about unfair work practices into an argument about female emancipation, exploitation and sexual harassment. They then set about burning symbols of these three things in the street.
Overworked to the point of having to take a piss in a garbage can ’cause they’re not allowed to close-up-shop to use a proper toilet, they’ve come up with a sexism debate. Nice… but very WRONG girls! I see the lie.
Your eyes were very much open when you applied for work at Honey Birdette. You weren’t naive at the interview.
Yes, these spiteful women openly admit to knowing what the business was all about before they signed on. No doubt they jumped for joy when they were offered their jobs and again when their first paychecks arrived!
In a forward-thinking approach to lingerie marketing, Honey Birdette employees were told to wear the company’s products and use sexy catchphrases to build the store around an extremely provocative and sexualised brand. I bet these ladies nodded and agreed to all that was being asked of them.
But retailing is tough business. I know, I’ve done it. You’re on your feet all day long and, sometimes, it feels like entrapment – especially when your boss won’t allow you to leave the store to answer the call of nature.
So how does this become sexual harassment?
The sexual harassment they speak of is not not necessarily with the owners of the business (although why not) but with its customers.
Let me tell you this, the general public is an ass! It doesn’t matter what you’re selling in what type of store, there will always be pricks, twats, tools, bitches and smartasses passing through those doors every single day. There’s no stupidity-filter to stop those customers from turning up… because they are customers!
Yes, they buy your time ladies. Salespeople are just simple prostitutes. Customers don’t want your opinions – just say yes when it’s needed, sell them the shit they want, smile and ring that till baby!
If you have an issue with an individual, take it up with the offender when one happens. Stop whining about it and hoping someone with feminist sympathies will fix it for you afterwards.You’re over eighteen. Grow the fuck up!
The other option is to resign. Lock the front door, call the boss and tell him where to pick up the keys. That’d send signals upstream that’d speak more than the muddy words of sexism, emancipation, harassment and any other keyword that looks like it should fit well to stir up some action.
It’s lingerie ladies. It’s skimpy and sexual. Sexuality encircles this kind of product and sexuality is purely subjective. One person has little response to a pretty girl in revealing clothes whilst another gets serious eye-twitches and comes in their pants.
So someone touched you or said something suggestive? Wake up. Life is like that.
Your argument arsenal is now reduced to the subject we started with: toileting.
My boss always hated hearing a complaint from a customer that the doors to one of his stores was found shut when they arrived.
As much as one tries to keep those doors open, sometimes it can’t be helped. Single-staffed shops have to be managed this way and bosses know that all too well – the good ones understand. If he or she doesn’t, they can take their job and shove it. Burning their products for the cameras only draws attention to a bit of self-centred immaturity.
So get off your high-horses and join us in the reality in which most of us dwell. Your dispute isn’t all that. I bet it’s really about issues of long hours, underpayment, little recognition and job unfulfillment.
That doesn’t make the frustration you’re feeling into SEXISM.
Responsible women know this.