Talks With My Sister

Clarissa: Look, I’m starting to feel bad for your employee David. He’s the only man among 5 older women. You keep telling him what to do, one of you makes sexual comments to him, you just offered him money to shave his beard because you don’t like beards. Just think what it would be like if we were talking about a young woman working with five men who treated her this way.

Sister: Yes, but you are forgetting that he is a Jewish boy. This is what he is used to.

After which, I spent two minutes beating my head against the floor and laughing hysterically.

20 comments on “Talks With My Sister

  1. “Just think what it would be like if we were talking about a young woman working with five men who treated her this way.”

    Strange to see a feminist say this. Most (at least most of the ones you run into online) feminist dismiss the validity of such comparisons. It doesn’t sound like a very friendly work space so thumbs up for speaking out.

    • “Strange to see a feminist say this. Most (at least most of the ones you run into online) feminist dismiss the validity of such comparisons.”

      – Yes, it is sad that the level of prevailing feminist discourse in online discussions is very poor. I, however, am a true feminist! :-)

      ” It doesn’t sound like a very friendly work space so thumbs up for speaking out.”

      – The people who work there are all close friends, so there is no need to worry. :-)

  2. And a young woman’s parents might chide her for being fat, or not being married, but it would still be weird for 5 older men at an office to treat her that way at work.

  3. Lol, youre missing the other part of the joke. As a quebecer I get the jewish part but I also see the prestigious humour in the rest of it. ;)

  4. There are days in which I get truly exhausted right in the very early morning and late in the evening. Why?. Because in the very early morning sister gets the highest English fever. And late in the evening fiancé gets even more high sex fever than sister English fever. In the end, they will kill me.

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