The FAIL was strong at IKEA today

..so we had to roll into IKEA to pick up some schtuff for the kid's room today. It just so happened that we needed some intel from the information desk, and it also just happened that we ended up standing in line between two defective representatives of the male gender.

Now; when you voluntarily seek out the information desk, you hopefully do so because you're in need of some information you don't yourself possess at the time of inquiry. Either that, or you're a sad and creepy individual who might also be susceptible to driving around in an unmarked , windowless white van for no good reason. Also, it's self-evident that no one person can be an expert at everything, and so there's no shame in asking for help or information within an area you don't yourself master or have intimate knowledge of, such as where items are located within IKEA. In following that line of logic, the gender of the person at the information desk should not matter at all - presuming of course that it's not gum-chewing human cardboard cutout but someone with actual skills and info.

So why do some "males" - like the dickless wonder standing in front of us - get all kinds of 'tude when they are forced to ask a female for help and/or information? All of a sudden they start acting not as if they're customers in need of help, but as if they're higher-ups on a surprise inspection to check up on the performance of staffers. When (reluctantly) asking a question and they get an answer, they reply with "That's correct" and then proceed with some rambling anecdote about how that's somehow the same as something else they used back in the 80's, or expand on the technical terms something along the lines of "Oh yeah - a wall-mounted bracket is what I need. That's exactly the same as a somewhat-up-from-the-floor-but-not-levitating clamping-doohickey, only y'all calls it sumthin' different is all".

If your male ego is so fragile that your self-image is in jeopardy from having to ask a female staffer, then my guess is that you're also coming up short in other avenues of life.

Speaking of beta males; the douchemeister standing behind us was whining to his girlfriend/fiancee/wife about how he refused to go to another store after this. After all, while "girls can window-shop for clothes for three days in a row, guys just can't do that". Plus, the fact that they'd found something she liked at all was nothing short of a miracle. This "discussion" was proceeding very loudly, and he was quite the condescending dweeb. "He" also exuded the attitude that any item purchased for their household was an item purchased for her, further cementing "his" Leave-it-to-Beaver, 1950's gender stereotype flashback attitude.

I absolutely hate it when "men" like this skinny-fat motherf*cker invoke their supposed gender, because I feel they're trying to pull me down with them. Whenever some ponytailed gamma male explains how "guys" or even worse, "us guys" anything, I cringe.