As I left my office this afternoon, a nice woman held the door for me when she noticed me a few paces back. A simple notion that I am usually the giver of, rather than the recipient. It made me try to recall the last time a man held the door for me. Other than my husband, of course, who tells me that I never give him a chance to open the door because I'm always three strides in front of him (I can't help it, usually we are going into a restaurant when we are together in public so who can blame a girl for practically running?!) or older men at church, I honestly couldn't remember the last time a door was held for me by a man.
I could stand on a soapbox and say that chivalry is dead, but I'm beginning to think that isn't the case. Could it be that we, self-empowered, independent women of the 21st Century have become so self-reliant that we can't even allow a man to open a door for us? Maybe I'm not in a hurry to get to food, after all, maybe I'm in a hurry to get to the door to prove that I don't need a man to open it for me...
P.S. If any of you try to wait for a door to be held for you tomorrow, only to see that door slamming in your face, I take no responsibility for that...I blame the parents of that chivalrousless man! Haha