Happiness. It's relative.

I can smell sexism in the next county.
I can smell educated sexism, sophisticated sexism, sexism cloaked in layers of condescension, sexism folded into a hug.
I can smell it on paper, in a text, on the phone, in muffled, garbled chatter from the next room. I can smell it in a look, a nod, a stifled chuckle, a look over my shoulder.
I can smell sexism seeping from a person’s pores. That is no lie.
I don’t need no red flag. I just have to sniff the air.
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Exactly. Once tuned in, you can’t miss it. It can be a burden with kindly uncles. I have accumulated a repertoire of responses from full -on lecture to raised eyebrow. I am like that with ageism now also.
You know it when you know it
YES!
I’m with you, sister!!!!!