Wait, They Actually Do This?! Wild Ways Women Flip The Script Every Day

I like to tell men with “lifted” trucks that I think it’s so cute when guys give their truck high heels…

When men raise their voices or start to argue, I love asking why they're getting emotional.

Saying "Ooh big feelings!" to angry men.

After my husband got his vasectomy, to amuse myself, I would tell people “I had him fixed” and men did NOT like that

I use “male” as a prefix for pretty much anything. “Male doctor.” “Male pilot.” Call a man a “male waitress” and watch the meltdown.

My current fav is calling straight men “girl”. The toxic ones get upset; the iconic ones luv it. Easy way to see who’s cool.

When men mansplain to me, I say: “That’s not a bad answer, for a man.”

Somewhere around age 12 I started asking guys who were upset if they were “on their period.” They got more angry. I’d say, “Want a Midol?”

I have fake monster teeth in my purse and pop them in when a man is about to engage me. Then I smile. It’s too weird for most men.

Interrupting the CEO, COO, and a client talking about female hormones and vaccines with - “HUH. Three grown men discussing women’s bodies.” I seriously DGAF; I call that out. I’m HR.

I tell men they should smile more. I take up space gracefully. I don’t fill silence; I let it linger. If he says something off, I say “That's an odd thing to say out loud.”

When a man is rude to me, I look him in the eye and say “Would you like to try that again?” Usually they repeat but nicer.

At Tesla, I always put the woman’s name first and asked men if they had their wife’s last name. It made them SO MAD!

As a 6'1 woman, men compare heights, thinking I’m 6'3. I hit them with, “Nah, I’m actually 5'11.”

Instead of feeling like an imposter, I told myself: if mediocre men can do it, so can I. I took that into every room. By 36, I was C-suite.

When introduced to a male manager, I ask who watches his kids and if his wife’s cool with his work-life balance.

My husband and I opened a joint account. The bank made me primary, so every time he does stuff, they ask if I’ll sign. It’s hilarious.

When old men are creepy at work or games, I tell them “that’s an inside thought” if I want peace, or “that’s really weird, you’re creepy” if I don’t.

When a man mansplains, I say, “You are so smart for a man! I’m surprised you know that.” They’re usually proud of the compliment.

I use sports metaphors at work, but mine are all about women’s gymnastics.

When I’m on my period, I ask male colleagues if they have a tampon or pad, and chat openly about it. They went from confused to setting up a whole period station for me!

Playing dumb and asking men to explain themselves when they say something inappropriate to me. They always get really uncomfortable.

I tell my teen daughter to remember anything boys can do, she can do bleeding.

Never moving out of the way on sidewalks. Walk straight through them.

When I call parents, I always call dad first unless the kid says otherwise. Dad’s usually clueless and shocked!

When a guy was planning to persuade his fiancee to have kids, I asked, “Oh! So you’re gonna be pregnant then?”

I manspread. At 4'11”, I take up SPACE with my whole body when sitting among men.

I sign off on all my kids’ forms as “Parent” and never “Mother”. For my husband, I sign as “Spouse” and never “Wife”.

I skip the polite laugh on lame jokes and hit people with a deadpan face, then side-eye those who actually laugh like, 'Are you serious? Okay noted.'

Calling male politicians by only their first name.

I wear lash extensions, girly outfits, and body glitter when I give university lectures. Looking feminine doesn’t mean less smart—it means more me.

I always call policemen “male policewomen.”

I don’t let men on social media get the last word. I reply with just emojis till they stop. Drives them nuts.

I'm a chiropractor with killer grip strength. I demo the grip test, then compare with the guy’s weaker score – looking him right in the eye.

Talking about my period unfiltered in front of men.

When a man cuts me off or walks in front of me, I say, “after you, Princess.”

I worked in a male-heavy industry, bought the ‘senior veterans’ Rolex, and watched egotistical dudes get triggered watching my wrist.

Anytime a man puts his hand on me to move me, I scream at the top of my lungs for him to take his hands off me.

I'm a waitress and always give kids’ food to the dad, addressing him for the order.

When I approach a group, I don’t acknowledge men, not even eye contact, until I’ve introduced myself to all the women first.

When I hear men getting praise, I always say “hashtag not all men.”

It’s not unhinged, but I exclusively go to female doctors and try to see women when I need something.

When men tell me I’m too pretty for my job or that it’s rare to see a woman do it, I say, “I know right? It’s crazy what they allow women to do these days.”

I push back manspreaders’ legs by spreading mine against theirs until they sit properly.

As a teacher, I make small changes in stories, like switching mom and dad’s chores, or mentioning my bro knitting baby sweaters.

Whenever a man calls me a term of endearment, I respond with “Peaches.” They don’t like it.

I don’t shave, I don’t starve.

I work retail and direct men by saying “just past the men’s panty section.” The confused looks are priceless.

I work in a hospital and refer to all doctors as “she/her” to patients. Like, “Ask her about that.”

I ask men if they have kids and act disappointed if they don’t have daughters. Better luck next time, bro.

I play Call of Duty with feminist podcasts loud on my mic, muting others. The incels hate it but I get better and maybe educate jerks.

I cover mediocre men’s books in stores with better books by women.

At our shows, I make sure women can dance up front without being bothered by drunk men—girls to the front!

When I’m on stage, I address audiences as “ladies and children of ladies.”

When people complain about trans folks in bathrooms, I remind them to be careful considering how they look.

If a man tells me to smile, I contort my face and give a wide-eyed stare. We both laugh because, seriously, who are you?

When men won’t leave me alone, I bark like a big dog. Being 6’2” helps. They run off scared.

I ask if they’ve had genetic testing to confirm if they have male chromosomes.

I call them all Rick, then say “or whatever your name is. It’s so hard to keep you all straight.”

Every time I run a job site solo, everyone gets called ‘bestie.’ I don’t learn names; just yell across the site.

I refuse to step aside for men in grocery aisles. We stand off with carts squared. Eventually, they back up. Worth it!

When someone said “You lost weight!” I said “Oh don’t worry, I’m not sick!”

I addressed all my wedding invites with the femme’s name first.

When I start typing ‘sorry’ in texts or emails, I stop and reword it. It’s a big deal for me.

I once said, “Are you guys talking about fantasy football? That’s so cute.” The guy actually blushed.

When they try to mansplain, I go ‘…right’ with that tone. They look like hurt puppies.

My husband speaks corporate. I convinced him to use makeup analogies instead of sports metaphors on Zoom. It was epic!

Telling men how their male-centric perspective doesn’t work in reality.

If there are two salespeople in front of me, I try to defer to the female presenter.

I exclusively feed my female snake male mice.

I call anyone “ma’am” if rude, especially young males, and “sis” if close.

At strip clubs, I tip generously so dancers ignore male patrons for a bit. I’m not much into the show, just helping.

When they talk nonsense, I remind them I don’t listen to people with unwashed bums or skid marks.

I compliment OF models even though I’m not interested. A ‘girl you slay’ comment crushes the creepy pickup lines.

I work in a male-dominated industry and play lots of feminist artists like Sofia Isela and Paris Paloma.

I flatly refuse to speak to any man I’m not contractually obligated to talk to. Yes, marriage counts.

I’m a barber and openly tell men I hate them and they’re the problem… right to their face.