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I read The Daily yesterday, and there was a commentary in the opinions section by Jessie Opoien entitled: “Gentlemen revive chivalry today” (to read it, click here). If you are too lazy to read it, it’s basically about how she recall being told by her mother to let boys open the door, and how it’s not done too often. Also, it’s a call-to-action to tell guys to bring back chivalry and open doors for ladies (I am doing the article a great injustice by summing it up this way, so go read it here).
Anywho, as I was reading it, I thought to myself, why do some females get all annoyed when males don’t treat them as equals, yet complain because their doors aren’t opened for them. But then I read more, and she did addressed that question, so kudos.
However, my main reason for writing this is that I have this friend, whom I’ve known since freshmen year of high school. Whenever we hang-out, he would always open the door for me, and I would always say, “You go first.” His response: “No, I insist” as he stubbornly hold onto the door. I’m stubborn also, so I would say, “I insist more.” This almost always happen, all the way through high school.
But, I don’t do this with just my friend. In fact, I do this with everyone who had ever hold the door for me (or a variation of it). And when we enter a double door (where there’s one door, a waiting area and another door), I would go in the first door the gentlemen is holding open, and race to the other door just to return the favor.
Well, I recently hang-out with my high school friend, and guess what, he didn’t open the door for me (I think he still do it for other girls though).
So, if chivalry is dead, I probably helped in the killing of it.
(I did not post something like this in my livejournal account, because he reads that, and I don’t want him to recognize himself. lol)
Why argue? Just let them open the door. We might as well get something out of being a woman.
For the most part, it’s a matter of stubborn pride. At times, it’s subconscious; kind of like Pavlov’s salivating dogs, conditioned without real self-control.