Do you know what I hate? Sexism. It’s probably the thing I get the most mad about. I never really used to be that bothered, but since having my beautiful little beans who are full of such sass and independence, I can’t help but see all the places they will go in life and feel squashed by (I hate to say this) some men.

Now before you go all tits at me for generalising, I’m not. I know that all men aren’t like this, in fact the majority aren’t, but those who are are just utter pricks and I seem to meet too many of them.

I’m not ashamed of being a woman (in fact I’m fucking proud of it) and I’m not ashamed of caring about my appearance, enjoying cooking, liking handbags and getting my nails painted. I’m pretty much a stereotypical woman, but that doesn’t make me weak or inferior and it certainly doesn’t mean you can call me ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’.

Here’s some questions…Why do some men totally bypass me and ask the man I’m sat next to the question they have? When I pick up the phone, why do some immediately want to speak to my male co-worker or my husband? Is it because I have make-up on, or because they don’t think I’ll know the answer?

Is it intimidation? Are they threatened? Or do they honestly believe that I’m not as qualified or as capable to handle whatever bull shit issue they have?

I’m not fragile, I’m not stupid, I’m not here to fetch you things and jump when you tell me to. In some situations I’m there to advise, to teach, to help or to support but never (ever ever) to be someone’s (no matter their junk) little bitch.

I spoke to my dad about this; he is in no way a sexist man. He is in utter ore of the women in his life and has nothing but respect for them. But…when I was trying to explain to him why it’s slightly insulting that your male colleagues get a firm hand shake and I get a kiss on both cheeks, he just couldn’t get it.

When I’m stood at the bar and you want to get passed me, just say excuse me. Don’t put your hands around my waist and move me, it’s fucking rude. Don’t comment on my appearance in a business meeting, that isn’t why I’m in the room. When we’re discussing something that’s disturbing, trust that I’m just as okay as every man is in the room. I can handle it too; you don’t need to ask if I’m okay.

I’m not saying these people are sexist or think less of women, I doubt they are. It just pisses me off that it’s perfectly acceptable to touch women in social or business environments, or comment on the way they look when they’re sat next to a man who clearly has three buttons undone on his shirt to show off the fact that he has firmer tits then me anyway!!!!

I know that many people think ‘feminists’ are picky about what is acceptable and what isn’t, but that’s mostly bull shit too. I’m happy to split the bill at dinner, but if you wanna pay then that’s fine too – no matter what’s in-between your legs – I’ll let you buy me food! I hold doors open for other people because it’s polite too, not because I think they’re too weak to pull the fucking handle!!

If a man never bought me dinner again or pulled out my chair when I sat down, I could cope with that. Especially if it meant the small proportion of narrow minded men in my life started respecting me for the skills, abilities and general awesomness that I have.

I see us all as equals in every situation. Of course men are better at some things, but so are women. We support each other; it’s just humanity for fuck sake.