The Male Ego - Yes, it is a dirty word!

11th AUGUST, 2015

Today at Macca’s in Paceville I was quietly working away with a pencil in my hand editing my very lengthy court ready reports in preparation for any further action I might want to pursue via the EU Human Rights Courts; despite the warnings of victimisation, vilification and silencing tactics by nursing staff and a few others last week…

Here come this family of four, a man, his partner and two children (all part of the same family it seemed). Despite seating available around the corner, they wanted to sit by the door near me where I was quietly working away bothering absolutely nobody – fair enough (I thought to myself), it’s probably more convenient to watch the children from the counter inside the restaurant if they are seated by the glass door while the parents are busy ordering. No worries – I continued working away, editing my documents and keeping to myself.

When they finished their meal, all four stood up, the women with her hand bag mounted on her shoulder, the man pulling away from the table and the kids trailing turning their backs – it seemed like they were about to leave; and another couple standing behind them were patiently waiting to take their place. I raised my hand in the air (like students do in school to get the teacher’s attention) and asked them quite politely if they wouldn’t mind putting their rubbish in the bin, instead of leaving it all over the table; there was a sea breeze and I didn’t want their used food wrappers to blow over and dirty my documents. Plus it is a self-service restaurant and therefore, a requirement to put your own rubbish in the bin; if you have children watching, it’s also setting a good example (as I always did with my kids when I took them to Macca’s in Australia and New Zealand).

The man, who obviously didn’t want to be told what to do by a woman, judging by his level of aggression as oppose to a civil response, changed direction and instructed his children to sit right back down and his wife to re-enter the restaurant and order more food. In spite, he turned to me and raising his voice he said, ‘we’re not finished, we are ordering more food’. The couple waiting behind them ready to take their seats (as even to this other couple it looked like this family of four were leaving) re-mounted their shoulder bags and choose somewhere else to sit to avoid the aggression of this man, yet I was only asking them to throw their rubbish in the bin upon leaving. I had my documents all over the table, pushed to one side (my side of the table – a shared space) and was not in the position to leave, nor was I about to tolerate the aggression of this man. He continued, ‘this is not an office’ and I replied with, ‘and this is not your lounge room either, it’s a shared space and a self-service restaurant’.

He was losing the argument and disappeared inside to get the support of his wife. They both came out side and standing over me, he made another attempt to dominate the conversation, raising his voice acting like he is the innocent party – I’m sure he would not have spoken to a man his size in the same way – but little did he know, I’m not easily intimidated and found his behaviour very childish, and also told him that. His child all of sudden wronged his father (the man in question) by putting his own rubbish in the bin and the father got very upset because it took a child to set the example to this pathetic excuse for an adult – and let me tell, it made me giggle a little. I openly praised the boy and looking at the grown up man who was behaving like a spoilt child shooting his mouth off at me, I said, ‘he doesn’t take after you, does he?’ This man then went sooking to the manager of Macca’s. When she came out to see what was going on, I asked her to confirm in the presence of this pathetic excuse for a man, that Macca’s is a self-service restaurant and therefore, all guests are expected to put their own rubbish in the bin; which she agreed, despite his effort to have me thrown out because he couldn’t win the argument. But he wasn’t finished, I obviously bruised his ego and another man watching decided to jump to his rescue (as if he couldn’t fight his own battles up against a woman half his size without the use of aggression) and offered his seat away from me, which I was quite happy about. But this pathetic excuse for a man, still was not happy, he went one step further and placed his dirty plates on my documents, as he was getting ready to leave the restaurant grounds. I had a little giggle to myself and told him what a BIG BABY HE IS and how I FEEL SORRY FOR HIS WIFE. I gave him a clap for his efforts on the way out and told him that it’s unfortunate that is children had to watch this but I sure as hell was not about to stand by and be walked on by the ego of a man who simply walks around acting like he is king shit – well I guess in that respect he is right, the shit without the king!

In defence of his aggression, I did stick my middle finger up at him and told him that I haven’t got time for people like him.

When he left and I finished editing my documents, a person approached me upstairs and informed me that this pathetic excuse for man is Authority and he’s got lots of power to abuse. I was further informed that he apparently positioned himself next to me to specifically make trouble because I have threatened court action with the EUHRC and am up against authorities who have evidently been negligent in dealing with my circumstances – hence my homelessness. I replied with, ‘I don’t give a shit if he is the prime minister’s son or a bloody garbage collector, he’s got no right to stand over any one and intimidate by way of aggression, even his own son (assuming that was his son) wronged him right in front of me, which made him angry; but it was his own wrong doing that he was really upset with not mine.

…and I made a point of praising this boy for his efforts’. I was also told that he is not a stranger to my husband;;; I don’t know how much of this I believed at the time of being told, as it is my experience that some people just enjoy making trouble, however, we all know the difference between right and wrong and his behaviour was inexcusable and especially in front of his son; mine was in self-defence, as I have a human right to dignity and integrity. If he wanted to be a good example to his son, he should have just put his rubbish in the bin, there was no need to make an issue out of it, it was windy and common sense; it’s not rocket science and should go without saying!

…it is beyond me how men support each other in this part of the world, in their efforts for brotherhood be it right, wrong or indifferent and the women divided by hate and misconceptions.

BRING IT ON, I WILL WIN!

Ox