So in yesterday’s post, I wrote:
My feeling is, if you drink the last cup of coffee in the break room, you brew a new pot, no matter what gender you happen to be.
Around 1:30 pm in the Lounge, I was taking a break with some of my colleagues. A guy stood up and took the last cup of coffee. I was feeling a bit cranky because what I really wanted to do was go home and take my 2 pm nap, but what I had to do was dissertation stuff. And I was still hyped up on politics cause we were talking about horses, bayonets, and cavalry men, so I was like: Aren’t you going to make a new pot of coffee? And what probably came out was WHARBLEGARBLECOFFEEEEEDERP but because he’s a nice guy, he still made the coffee even though I sounded like an alien.
And while the coffee was brewing, I was like: “It’s so ridiculous that when I come into the lounge in the morning, someone has always left a pot of stale, slightly burnt coffee from the day before on the burner, and I have to, like, go wash it in the sink before I make a new pot. Ugh, I feel so oppressed.”
To which someone replied: “Hmm, I see your point. But WHAT IF the person who left the coffee the day before was a woman? WHAT IF she left it there because she also feels oppressed and is sticking it to the man by not pouring out the old coffee? WHAT IF you are actually doing the patriarchy’s dirty work by pouring out the old coffee and cleaning the pot the next day?”
To which I replied: ” …. “
And in response, someone else said: “I don’t know how all of you can drink that disgusting coffee anyway. I only drink French Press.”
LESSON LEARNED, KIDS: Sometimes a pot of coffee is not a political statement. Sometimes it’s just a pot of coffee.
ALSO: That coffee really is disgusting. If there are any rich donors out there reading this blog, the English dept. would love an espresso machine. Or a French Press.