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Definitely. And honestly I don’t mind things like this at all usually. My husband opens the car door for me all the time. But it was the fact that he basically called me over like a dog. I know he didn’t mean it that way at all, but if didn’t stop me from feeling silly. Like if aliens were looking on they’d be like “The male of the species need only nod his head and the female is bound to his command.” It wasn’t big, but I thought how perfectly it encapsulates this sense of pinprick sexism.

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