One time, I was assigned to dish washing at a local festival, along with four girls. Then my aunt came about and asked, whether I was looking after the girls.
Her tone let through, that it was not just humorous small talk, she genuinely wanted to hear that I was working there to be supervising the girls. Dish washing obviously does not need supervision. She wanted to hear that, because I’m a guy, so I couldn’t just be washing dishes.

Well, I was having none of it and made sure the girls heard me respond that they’d be perfectly capable of doing this on their own.

My aunt was having none of that either, so she responded that, alright yeah, someone’s gotta do the dishes, all the other work was probably already assigned to others.
And like, no? I like doing the dishes. Give me a fucking break. Well, she did that. She got angry and left, when I denied that question, too.

And yeah, we are talking about my aunt. A woman. A woman who owned and managed a company at the time. She should know that women don’t inherently need supervision. But internalized misogyny is one hell of a drug…