It’s official: In case some of you haven’t noticed, chivalry is seriously dead. I was hoping that it was just a cliché, and that there was hope out there for men to be the gentlemen they are, but alas, I was wrong.
And that pisses me off.
Exhibit A: Today, I was helping my sister move out of her dorm room, as the UA academic year has nearly ended. With no strong males in sight, I was forced to carry her bulky, extremely heavy TV down three flights of stairs and more than 300 feet out to the parking lot. Meanwhile, a freshman football player (a running back who is 6 feet tall and 203 pounds, muscular), who shall remain nameless, stood by and watched me struggle, grunt, tear up and nearly drop the TV set three times. Not ONCE did this cocky athlete offer me help. He just thought it would be more amusing to stand by, watch, and snicker at my attempt.
Once again, chivalry is dead and gone. All you ladies out there, we are without hope. All you men out there, you disappoint me.