one of the most fascinating things about working retail at a store that sells gendered products is that you learn how quickly people are OBSESSED with the gender of a product that has absolutely no gender indications. People would ask about SCARVES! Plain black scarves. “Is this a man’s scarf or a woman’s scarf?” pick one. which one do you want it to be? it’s that one. “is this green baby onesie for baby boys or baby girls?” does it fit your baby? I guess it’s for your baby then. your baby doesn’t have fucking tits, you don’t need to worry about the chest being too tight or something. “I don’t want a purple gift card, it’s for a guy” well tell him to FUCK OFF if he doesn’t like FREE MONEY because it’s purple! tell him to FUCK RIGHT OFF
la-tenore-regina didn’t somebody ask you which colander was more masculine?
Once I was working at a gadget shop and I was flying a little toy helicopter (you had to stand in the doorway and fly them around to bring in the customers) and one old guy comes in and says “Oh, I thought you were a boy! Because that’s a boy’s toy!”
Very weird.