I LAUGHED OUT LOUD

Me too.

But it’s so fucking ridiculous. The etiquette rules are: The person who arrives at the door first holds it open for the person who arrived second. A younger or more able-bodied person always holds the door for someone who is elderly or disabled. Someone with free hands should hold the door for someone whose hands are full carrying things. If you’re alone, you should always glance behind you and make sure there’s no one there so you don’t let a door slam in someone’s face out of obliviousness. You should always nod and smile at someone holding a door for you, and vice versa.

Gender has JACK SHIT to do with the real etiquette.

Yeah I thought those were the rules!?

Sure, but these men have to ignore those rules so they can maintain the self-delusion that they’re holding doors open not as a common courtesy but as noble act of imagined chivalry.

I was never taught those rules, but they’re exactly what I always do. It feels almost self evident? Politeness costs you nothing, and I’ve found a kind word and a little help like that can really brighten someone’s day, especially an older person.

Fellow part time dress wearing people: If you’ve never held a door open for a middle aged suit-and-briefcase man with his hands full, while wearing a flowery summer dress, heels, makeup, and a huge smile, you are missing out.

Because in my experience, suit man will either be entirely freaked out by your ability to hold doors despite suffering from delicate femininity™ and you get a giggle, or he’ll be grateful and smile because someone held the door for him. Either way, good times.