an autoethnographic vignette 🙀💭

See here for background and definition.

This vignette concerns my androgyny of yesterday, coupked with a long wait time to get served at the cafe, owing to rush hour but males arriving at the counter after me being served first. This indicates a perception of only a diminutive presence but also a certain "oh she won't mind waiting" inferiority condition of androgynous females.

I only eventually got served by asking, even silently by getting noticed by being strange and playing the card of "well liked regular".

This indicates that in a male dominated environment, things are still not equal on the gender spectrum. 

When I go in wearing a typical and feminine outfit I do get noticed, albeit often hit on un wantedly as a negative addition. 

This simple vignette shows that women must be feminine to warrant inclusion despite so many already waves of feminism and empowerment. 

My androgyny is a quiet revolution which I intend to continue.