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I’ll Call Him A kenny Because That’s What He Is Now

We should never have to tolerate a kenny — get mad and get even

Why do they need to actually see the steam to know they made me steam? Image by kinkate from Pixabay

Yesterday I had a very interesting experience. Interesting, not because it was particularly unique, but rather because it just clicked right into a larger mosaic of poor behavior from men that is especially annoying and predictable.

Now, I realize that stereotypes are more cautionary than universal. But there’s a reason they’re stereotypes, and that’s because they’re common enough to be counted. It’s like when you feel steam starting to come out of your ears, and you suddenly realize that steam is always coming out.

So here’s the setup.

I was attending a work conference. This went over a few days, so of course, we saw the same people several times during the week. We were mostly women, with a few men in the mix. After a day or two, one of them went past hello.

I’ll call him kenny. Not because I want to change his name to protect his innocence — because his name is kenny — but because he is a jerk.

And if he reads at all, it surely doesn't go beyond sports ball taken in no more than 280 character-sized bites, so he’ll never see this anyway.