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I was not going to blog about this incident, because I felt that it would have been akin to a mindless rant. No added value to anyone who reads it. Nevertheless, when I woke up this morning with aching biceps, upper torso, back and thigh muscles, I just  could not resist the urge to blog about this. I've given it about 12 hours to get the immediate anger out of my system, so now... I'm gonna preach. YEAH. Stop reading if you're in no mood to continue.

Like I've mentioned somewhere in my blog some months ago, I spent 10 years in an all-girls' education system. The next 2 years in junior college was almost the same, with guys numbering 4 out of the 26 students in my class. Not a really balanced environment I know, but it did teach me one very important thing: You are only as good as what you believe. What do I mean by this? 

Even in junior college, there was a slight culture shock when dealing with others, especially girls from a co-education schools. Its only in a mixed environment that you realise the presence of gender roles, and the most surprising thing is that these roles are usually self imposed! Teachers will tell the boys to move the tables and the girls stand aside, even if you only have 4 guys and 30 plus tables to move. I'm sure it can be attributed to sheer laziness on the part of the girls to sit there and wait for the guys to move all the 30 plus tables up 3 flights of stairs. About 8 times each. With a table in hand. Up 3 flights of stairs. If I was one of my male classmates, I would have screamed bloddy murder. Of course, the guys kept quiet (though I could see they wanted to protest), and the girls kept quiet and we watched those poor boys slaving away.

Knowing me? HAHA. I stood up after the boys were gone and decided to contrubute. I mean, I've arms and legs. I'm healthy and fit. I might not have the stamina like the guys, but if I clear 4 tables, thats one table less for each guy! And if a few more of my classmates, who were healthy and fit decided to contribute? The reaction of the girls was very amusing. There were a few like me who started to move the tables, while the rest continued chatting away on their perch. Later, I overheard one of those girls saying:" I don't understand why girls have to carry tables and chairs?! Its so tiring! Leave it to the guys!" My response? WTFISHCAKE.

The implications and undertones are so infuriating. Its like saying 1) Guys are meant to perform manual labour, 2) Girls should never perform manual labour, 3) Guys don't find manual labour tiring, and the more sublimal messages are a) I should not be carrying heavy (The table was around 1kg? Or less?) b) The guys are meant to do these kind of things for me. Of course, I find all these really silly and mind-numbingly infantile. Go find yourself a boyfriend who will carry everything and do everything for you for the next 50 years. You can just sit there and wait. I prefer to get things done my own way at my own time. None of my business. Well, that was what I thought until yesterday. At cheer.

I'm not going to bore you with MORE details (The previous few paragraphs must have been a HUGE BORE). Lets just say there was a new girl, quite skinny, a bit pretty, super bimbotic. We made her a backspot because of her height, but boy, was that a HUGE mistake. She was shying away from the flyer all the time. And the first time the flyer fell? She huddled into a corner. She was supposed to save the flyer who was falling from a height of 1.2 metres and she ducked away."I'm scared!" Sure. So am I, looking at the way you spot. Told her to help load the flyer? "Oh my, she's so heavy!" Excuse me, I'm carrying her weight! All you need to do is help me load her! Asked her to balance the flyer by holding on to her ankles? "Her feet are dirty!" Well, I'm holding the BOTTOM OF HER SHOE? Flyer fell and brushed against her (cause she was too busy ducking away)? "My face hurts! I think its swollen! What am I going to do? It hurts!" Yeah, my flyer hurts too cause she just slammed onto the floor, free fall mind you because of said useless girl, for the 5th time? HAHA.

So I decided to backspot instead and swopped her to base. The reasoning was that even if the flyer fell through her hands, I could probably rescue the flyer. Her aghast face that she was going to be 'stepped upon' must have been worth a few thousand dollars at least. It was slightly better, but I felt like it was just one base and one backspot holding the flyer up. Because honestly? I was pretty much doing whatever I could do keep the weight off her hands just in case she decided to give up. That girl should be kicked off the team. If you're so weak that you can't even backspot, I don't think you'll have the strength to hold for prep as a flyer either. More importantly? I think If I based you, I'd be inclined to work less hard. Much less harder.

All flyers are the same to me. It doesn't matter if you're the bitch who made my friends cry or the super nice girl who really listens and tries hard. I'll save you all the same because I don't think anyone should break their spine or ribs or anywhere else because I was too lazy or too weak to rescue them. If I wanted to exact revenge, I'd drop you when you're loading up, or give you less momentum at pop so that you'll have to work more. Nothing that will send you to the hospital. I'm not evil. I won't run away because by getting up there, you're trusting me to catch you when you fall. I won't betray that trust, but if you can't respect others and show others that you are worthy of trust... Get out of the team before something bad happens, BIMBOTIC BITCH.

"What a lousy way to start my June... SIGHS. So busy~"