WTF!?! Anyone who throws a dildo at another person should expect to have it returned without lube…
Dude I would love to see one of these assholes held down and pummelled with dildos.
That would be funny.
Best article on the situation I’ve read so far.
I tell him, “I don’t know. I just push the button and drive.” He chuckles. I chuckle. I think it’s over.
It’s never over.
Five seconds later: “How much did you pay for that?”
“I don’t remember.”
And then comes the face. The squint, the head tilt. They look at me like I’ve just confessed a dark secret. But it’s not curiosity, it’s suspicion. The subtext is clear: What kind of woman drives something like this?
I hate that question because it’s never innocent. It’s a financial frisk. They’re trying to place a woman: Is she spoiled? Did a man buy it for her? Is she some hustler with a sugar daddy? Is she spending above my station?
The price isn’t about the truck—it’s about whether they can reconcile her with their idea of what a woman is “supposed” to have.
Ten seconds later comes the next move: “So… what do you do for a living?”
These days I just say, “Nothing.” Or if I’m in a mood, “With all due respect, sir, I don’t know you.” Because I’m not here for some unsolicited audit of my life. I’m here to dry my damn truck.
And I wonder, do men do this to each other? Do they sidle up at the car wash and demand financial receipts? Or is this little ritual reserved for women, especially women who own something they’ve decided we shouldn’t?
These kinds of interactions are ownership policing. Some men (and some women) have internalized the idea that certain possessions like high-end cars, big trucks, expensive watches, clothing, etc. are markers of male status. When a woman, especially a Black woman has one, it short-circuits their mental picture of how the social hierarchy is supposed to look.
The follow-up questions (“What’s under the hood?” “How much did you pay?” “What do you do?”) become a way to reassert control by forcing you into an explanatory position. It’s less about the answer and more about making you prove you deserve to have what you have.
Black women are already stereotyped as financially irresponsible, dependent, or getting “handouts.” The moment you’re seen with something they’ve coded as a luxury, it activates a need to investigate. They want to know if your success fits into a socially acceptable box. Did you marry into money, did a man buy it, did you hustle in a way they approve of, or if you somehow beat the game without their permission.
Cars, tools, sports are coded as masculine domains. When a woman, particularly a Black woman, steps into that space without needing their guidance or validation, some men feel compelled to reestablish their dominance in the conversation. The technical questions are less about curiosity and more about probing for weakness. So if you can’t rattle off engine specs, they can mentally strip you of ownership legitimacy.
There’s an underlying assumption that Black women’s lives and choices are public property, open for queries and inspection from random strangers. These questions reflect the belief that they have the right to your personal information. That you should not only tolerate the intrusion but answer graciously, because they’ve disguised it as “friendly conversation.” When you refuse, you’re breaking the unspoken rule that says you’re supposed to explain yourself.
And therefore you are a bytch.
Rowling is 60 years old. She’s well past the time when she can procreate.
Therefore, she is neither a female or a woman.
There’s an ice floe with her name on it.
Myles Ehrlich, WNBA senior writer covering the New York Liberty for Winsidr.com and co-host of the podcast “Pull Up with Myles and Owen,” talks about ongoing negotiations between WNBA players and owners, where owners say the league is not yet profitable, despite a boom in growth and popularity, and players say they deserve more of a share of the revenue.
I happened to listen to that! Very informative, and damn, those women really are getting a raw deal so far! All power to their labor struggles! I wonder if a strike is in the offing; they’re holding a really good hand right now…
IANAL, but that sounds like abduction and sexual assault. “I’m not letting you leave until you show me your tits” is not ever a good thing to say, and should lead to criminal charges.
Breast Inspector would seem outside of the job description of serving staff. She should be fired.
Pank-a-Squith was a pro-suffrage board game published in 1909 in which players acted as Panks (Pankhurst) to overcome the resistance of Squiths (Asquith).
You can download and print out your own copy here [link is in the link] courtesy of Johns Hopkins University Libraries.