Kid discrimination

It goes without saying that there's a gender divide in Kenya _ today's newspaper, for example, featured an article which discussed whether men or women make better investors. This afternoon, I stood on the very edge of that divide myself.

Here's how it happened: Z is working at home. I take Kid (five weeks old, currently) to the inexplicably named Ya-Ya Center shopping mall to get some stuff. I enter the elevator with Kid snoozing in her stroller and exchange nods with the three other passengers. We descend two floors.

We arrive at our destination and the doors open. I begin to back out of the elevator with stroller in tow. And then, confrontation! A sharply dressed man with whom we have just shared the descent sticks his shiny-loafered foot under the wheel of the stroller, halting Kid and me in our collective tracks. He shimmies past and out of the elevator, turns around, looks me in the eye and says, "Pardon, madame... ummm... monsieur."

Ouch! It should be noted that I am currently sporting a (rather scraggly) beard. I consider delivering a swift punch to his chin but he's about six inches taller than me and I don't want to set a bad example for Kid. Also, I've never delivered a swift punch to anyone's chin anyhow.

Comments

[old EA]

Sounds like Progressive Dad discrimination. But it's probably best you restrained yourself.

[nuttycow]

But hey, at least you don't get asked whether you're married and have children every time you go anywhere.

Why is the YaYa centre thus called? And why is it always so dark?

[seinlife]

so r u saying this bloke mistook you for a chica? oiy papi the dude deserved a KO of the week!