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unsurprisingly I have spent most of today staring into space
I note with mild amusement, however, that I have in fact now trained myself to respond automatically to misgendering from strangers trying to sell me things on the street.
"Excuse me, miss--"
"Not a miss!" I call back, as I keep wheeling.
They usually follow up with "... Mrs?" to which my response is "Nope!"
This lot continued with "Ma'am?"
"Nope!"
"Sir?"
"Closer, but no!"
... and then I disappeared around the corner.
I continue astonished at how much better it feels to correct people without actually investing any of my time in the interaction than it does to completely ignore them.
"Excuse me, miss--"
"Not a miss!" I call back, as I keep wheeling.
They usually follow up with "... Mrs?" to which my response is "Nope!"
This lot continued with "Ma'am?"
"Nope!"
"Sir?"
"Closer, but no!"
... and then I disappeared around the corner.
I continue astonished at how much better it feels to correct people without actually investing any of my time in the interaction than it does to completely ignore them.