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Ain’t Nothin’ but a Girl Thang

As nearest as I could tell, the other attorney’s nicest trait was his arrogance. He postured, pontificated, and preached “the way I do it” for the two hours we sat at the closing table. At first I thought he was just a common jerk, until I figured out that he was (also) a condescending chauvinist.

He grabbed my paperwork before I passed it to my client “just to check its accuracy.”  He wondered if I found it overwhelming being a “solo gal working in the law field,” then decided that "it’s easier in the real estate field" for people of my gender.

Twice, he called his “girl” back in the office, to ask, “Who needs me?” Twice, he referred to the title closer (while she was making copies) as the “title girl.”

As my philosophy tends towards the avoid eye contact unless necessary, I kept reminding myself that there was nothing I could do to knock the sexism out of this jackass. However, I didn’t count on my client giving it a try! After he collected his checks from the sale, my client stood up, said “goodbye” to his buyers and turned to the patronizing lawyer. “I have over 400 employees, and all of them are over the age of 18. That means I don’t employ any boys… and I don’t employ any girls. I employ men and women, and I’d never called them anything else. You have a serious problem, sir.”

With that, he turned, smiled at me, and said, “I can’t wait to tell my wife and daughters about today.” I couldn’t wait to get out of there, though we did have a good laugh in the elevator!



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