When he's not being all chivalrous, he's teaching me how to break guy's arms and shoot a shotgun. So I dunno... I guess one person might see a statement like "I would never hit a woman" as sexist, but to another it's just how they were brought up.
Your boyfriend is cool.
This is true.
All that "chivalrous" stuff is, of course, firmly based in sexism--opening doors and carrying things and not hitting ladies (by the way, the word "ladies" can only ever be pronounced with a head-tilt and a kind of lounge lizard point-wink thing)...that whole tradition is based very firmly in the idea that we are the fairer sex, and therefore the weaker one, and we need dudes to do stuff for us. Which is, as we all know, is not true.
But I wasn't implying (and I hope you don't think I was!) that your boyfriend is not just an awesome guy for doing those things. Clearly he's not sexist, he's doing that stuff because he has manners and because he was raised to do good things for the people he loves. That's totally different. I just think it's always important to remember where all that stuff comes from originally.
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This is a great point! I totally see what you're saying about the origins of all that stuff.
And it's funny, because from Greg (my current BF) I never get annoyed when he does little chivalrous things for me. Because they seem to come naturally to him, and he really does treat me equally in every way. He just holds the door and carries my shit for me sometimes. Like it's programmed or something. I've dated guys who did that stuff sort of in a smarmy, slick way, and it came across just wrong. Gross, even.
But like I said, he tries to convince me I should defend myself by breaking dudes arms and stuff like that...
A few weeks ago some guy randomly grabbed (and I mean GRABBED) my ass in a Walmart and after I told him about it, I was subject to lessons on how I could have caused that ass grabber physical damage if it ever happened again. I resisted such training. I'm just not into it. I'd rather walk away, cursing under my breath, or flee to safety. So if we were in a situation where I needed to physically defend myself and Greg was able to assist me in that arena, I'd love it.
And on the flipside of that, I cook most of the time when we're together because he is almost useless in the kitchen. He'd be happy eating tuna fish every night and looks like a deer in the headlights when we go to the grocery store.
I guess some people just kinda fall into those typical gender patterns... it's funny because to meet either one of us you'd never think I was some kind of domestic goddess or he was a macho man.