I don't even know where to post this without being eviscerated, insulted, and shamed, so RPW, here's a little anecdote from my weekend.
ETA: There's a TL;DR at the bottom, as apparently this is 'blather'.
On Saturday my husband I planned a group outing with some friends to celebrate my (belated) 30th birthday. We settled on a local dive-bar within walking distance; cheap drinks and no one has to drive afterwards. :) I may have been a bit over dressed for the setting, but its my 30th birthday party, of course I'm going to look beautiful and stylish.
We get to the bar, and the first thing I notice is that myself, and most of the ladies in our group, are the most attractive women there by virtue of possessing a BMI below 25. So right off the bat we turn heads as we walk in, but I clung fast to my husband and I could see him swell with a...possessive sort of pride when he noticed the other men looking.
So with all that being said we're having a good night. At some point I head to the bar to get a drink (which was becoming crowded), so I squeeze into an opening and try to flag down a bartender. The guy next to me says "oh, you're in my girlfriend's seat" so I say "ok!" and scoot over. He then leans back over and says "by the way, my friend thinks you're the hottest chick here." and points out some dude hovering behind him. I laugh, blush, and say 'thank you', but then I hear a woman's voice behind me say (rather snottily) "excuse me, you're in my friend's seat". I look behind me and I'm face to face with original guy's girlfriend. She looks to be in her early to mid 30's, face is a bit haggard, about 5'5" and 180lbs? I'm terrible with weight, but she was fairly pudgy with rolls of fat, but not terribly obese or someone I would normally notice for her size. She's dressed rather poorly (ill fitting, tight clothing), not much make up, and her badly dyed hair is scraped up into a messy top knot bun. She wasn't much to look at, and her friend was entirely unremarkable, albeit fat. Anyhoo I apologize, scoot over some more, and then finally the bartender comes over, takes me order, gives me my drink, and that's that.
Later in the evening I'm outside with some girl friends getting some air. The girlfriend from the bar comes up to me and says "oh, I just want to apologize for my tone earlier. I'm having a really shitty night and I didn't mean to take it out on you." So I'm like "oh ok, thanks, I didn't necessarily think you were being bitchy, but I appreciate the apology." From here I assume our pleasantries had ended but oh, I was wrong.
so. very. wrong.
Now that we've established some manner of politeness, for some reason (alcohol) homegirl decides to unload all her relationship BS onto me.
Long story short, homegirl has been fighting with her beau for 3 nights in a row at this very bar [why would you keep going back to a bar if you're fighting with your SO there?]. Apparently the beau has been checking out every pretty girl that walks in, so when he leaned over to speak to me, she assumed he was hitting on me. Plus (and god only knows why she told me this) the sex has been lackluster as of late. Before he'd want it 5 or 6 times a day, now they barely have sex in a month. Additionally her beau is a 'sexy engineer' who makes a lot of money, but she "doesn't understand" why he expects a clean house and dinner on the table every night. per her words; "its like he wants a housewife....or a salve. I mean I have a job too [as a bartender at that bar it turns out], and my career is just as important to me, so I don't have time for that stuff, you know? I told him he should just hire a maid and a chef if it bothers him so much, I mean, its not like he can't afford it"..."and he's been getting on my case about losing weight and I'm like fuck you buddy! if you love me, you gotta love allllll of me, through the good times and the bad."..."he just needs to understand that I don't like giving blow jobs, its demeaning and I refuse to do it, so he can just deal with that"...."plus I brought out [nondescript, fat friend] so she could meet [shy bro who said I was hot], but he's been ignoring her all night! like oooh my gawwdd, guys are such shallow pricks, am I right?"
Needless to say, it seems like she was looking for a cheerleader, "you go guurl!" sycophant to back up her shitty behavior and beliefs. I had...nothing to say to her. Really, throughout her entire spiel all I could think of was "this is what feminism has wrought". An early to mid 30's, overweight, unattractive, ENTITLED, bartender princess who doesn't know anything from anything other than what makes her happy.
And she wonders why her 'sexy engineer' checks out all the pretty girls at the bar.
Oh and if anyone is curious, after I went back inside and for the rest of the evening I noticed 'sexy engineer' and his bartender girlfriend spent then entire night fighting with each other, with her eventually leaving in a huff of tears and 'sexy engineer' reluctantly following her.
TL;DR version: Head to the bar looking fly. Make some small talk with a bro. His 'average american woman' girlfriend takes offense and is a bit snippy towards me. AAW apologizes to me later, and then drunkenly tells me about the sorry state of their relationship. Looks for camaraderie, I have none to offer. I realize the AAW girlfriend is absolutely clueless as to why her boyfriend has a wandering eye. My friends, I give you the expired fruits of modern feminism.