Sometimes, when I'm not over compensating for my insecurities while doing 4,080 consecutive push-ups butt naked on a surf-board in the middle of a lake with a dragon-slayer sword and a glass of wine balanced on my nose, I like to open doors for people.
It doesn't matter who, if there's a door that needs to be opened, I'll do it. Do I let the fact that they're pressing charges for trespassing affect me? I'm glad you didn't ask, because no. It doesn't.
Of course it gets me in trouble sometimes because it was someone's bedroom door, and I didn't know them, and I was in their house and they wanted to know how and why I was in their house, but they still appreciated the gesture. I was being sincere.
Often times, I will hear my fellow XY Chromosomed homosapiens saying "I don't know if I should open a door for a woman, or offer to pay, or wax her eyebrows for her, because some will appreciate it and some will be offended."
How could that possibly be worked around? These are nice men trying to be sensitive to the fact that women have faced institutional and social constraints on their mobility, so they want to be understanding, while at the same time being the chivalrous man that people think is dead.
What we as human beings need to start doing is: be considerate of others. Opening a door is nice, but if the motive is to prove how gentlemanly one might be, it doesn't matter because it doesn't really mean anything.
Don't just open doors for women. Or pay for their dinners. It plays too much into power-struggles any way. Open doors for every one. Pay for friends' meals. That way you're not just singling out our female counter-parts, and then it's more sincere.
Yes you can take me out to dinner. And pay for it.
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