Stick your arm out, it's not that difficult

I don’t really require a lot of chivalry from guys regarding stupid shit like standing up when a lady excuses herself from the table, but there is one thing that I will not tolerate: not holding doors open. I just don’t understand how you can open a door, hear someone following you, then just let it slam shut behind you. This goes for girls as well. It doesn’t matter that I’m not carrying something or on crutches; HOLD THE DOOR! There seems to be a pretty clear pattern of the most common offenders of this courtesy- middle aged white women and small Asian guys (redundant description?). Most of my classes are in Bexell Hall because that’s the business building, so I can’t really extrapolate to the rest of the people on campus but it does seem to carry throughout common buildings on campus and even around Corvallis. I do, however, know that within the demographic of people entering an exiting Bexell, it is the people in the advising office who give the biggest “fuck you” when it comes to opening doors. Makes sense considering the also give the biggest “fuck you” to people trying to get advice about classes.

There are two ways that people fuck you over. First, they get to the door, open it, and continue through it without looking back to see if anyone else in the universe could possibly be entering the same door as them. The second way is when they open the door, look behind them, see you there, then continue through the door I assume after their acknowledgement that you have two arms and are not famous. Which scenario is worse? Well, with the first way, I am unnerved by the staggering amount of self-importance in thinking that they are the only ones with somewhere to be and no one would ever need to use the door at the same time as them. On the other hand, I think that it is much worse to have someone make eye contact with you and basically tell you to fuck off anyway by pretending you aren’t there or not important enough to deserve the effort of holding your arm on the door for an extra 2 seconds out of their day.

Lesson: hold the fucking door open. You never know who has influence over your life. Maybe that chick who you let the door close on works at your coffee place and spits in your next cup. Hopefully.