Saturday, February 03, 2007
FFFFRIDAY Night in the CCCCAB
I've just gotten home from my Friday night shift in the taxi, the earliest finish I've had in a long time; it was very quiet and I was rostered No. 1 to "Park it up". I'm not complaining, I've been pushing it a bit lately and was pretty tired today. It was a reasonable shift monetarily because of a couple of generous tips too.
The only down side was the constant barrage of swearing, abuse, obnoxious behaviour and totally disrespectful attitudes shown by the various young men toward women, either those they saw as we drove past, or those they referred to in their "conversations". I'm not against sex, it's great, but the total sexualisation of women by these men is dehumanising, crude and ugly. The way they speak and act suggests they think they need but snap their fingers and women will flock to them in order to be used and abused. One group actually discussed a bet or prize for whoever got the first root. If the mysoginism abated for a brief time it was replaced by an endless stream of swear words, and not the "socially acceptable" ones that tend to start with "B", but the full blown ones starting with "F" and "C". There is no regard and no restraint and virtually no respect. I may as well not be there for all the notice they take of me. Again, I'm not a wowser, sure I try not to swear but I do let slip occasionally, but this is not swearing in context, this is swearing as a means of communication. Honestly, if I had a swear jar in the cab I could have financed the greater part of my long service leave trip on the proceeds of tonight's expletives and profanity. People seem to swear so readily now that it has lost meaning to them, they don't even notice, let alone consider that anyone else may find it offensive.
I don't know what prompted it tonight but it was rife and by the end of the shift I was ready to go home, and blog!
I'm not working Saturday nights this month so I should get sufficient sleep, and may even manage to make it to church on Sunday morning.
Tomorrow I paint!!!
PS My Dad sent me the taxi pic. He's good to me. The worrying thing is how closely this picture resembles my driving!!