So today, me and my friends volunteered at a soup kitchen. We were just packing tortillas into crates, when a guy came up to me. He said to me: “Just because we’re homeless, that doesn’t mean we’re dead! We’re alive!” And then proceeded to tell me that my outfit was indecent and distracting, and that it belonged at a beach, not a soup kitchen. I just stared at him in confusion.
I was wearing yoga pants and a loose tank top.
The guy left. I decided to just pretend like the exchange had not happened.. I continued packing tortillas.
Shortly after, the female owner of the soup kitchen came up to me. She told me that a guest had complained about my outfit, and then forced me to wear a chef’s jacket.
It is hot outside in Southern California… way too hot for a chef’s jacket. The sleeves kept getting in the way of me cleaning dishes and serving food.
I am so, so done with things like this.
That is why I need feminism.