I get called 'sir' once in awhile. I always thought because I don't dress feminine or girly. I wear guys shorts, shirts, jeans, don't carry a purse, don't wear makeup or hardly any, and have short hair.
I get called 'sir' once in awhile. I always thought because I don't dress feminine or girly. I wear guys shorts, shirts, jeans, don't carry a purse, don't wear makeup or hardly any, and have short hair.
2011 Specialized Secteur Elite Comp
2006 Trek 7100
I get called Sir and in times gone by Son or Sonny lots. I get asked to leave women's rest rooms often and I'm a shorty skinny thang (not as skinny now at a 'hefty' 125lbs - now before y'all jump on me, it's relative, I've been 100lbs all my adult life until I gave up smoking and hit menopause). However, I totally love the 'gender queerness' of it. I love how, when a man has asked for the time "Mate", how flustered they can get when I answer in a very obviously female voice. I don't suppose it helps that I don't wear women's clothing, have a shaved head and no boobs to speak of.
I don't think people 'see' beyond general details. My housemate and I have been mistaken for each other many, many times - especially when we were a couple - but we look nothing alike apart from we're both not tall and both average/under-weight.
I often get called "sir" by rather vague young clerks. I usually just stare at them until they correct themselves. But even worse, a couple times I have been asked if I was a nun ... now that really hurts!
Knott, I have no idea how you could be mistaken for a man.
2014 Bobbin Bramble / Brooks B67
2008 Rodriguez Rainier Mirage / Terry Butterfly Tri Gel
2007 Dahon Speed Pro TT / Biologic Velvet
The last couple years I've had young boys asking me if I was a boy or a girl. I think the 3 year old was keying off my unshaved legs, and the 7 year old is at "that age" (he keeps asking me if I wear a bra - I don't). I did freak someone out in the restroom at a movie theater once last year while standing around in my bike helmet. I always wear men's pants or shorts and unisex shirts and have fairly short hair.
Actually, I wish I would have been mistaken for a boy on the phone in the 70s. Instead, when I answered the phone in the bike shop, people would ask to speak to a mechanic (arg!!!, as if a woman can't be a mechanic). That used to really drive me nuts. Now people are generally please to see a woman mechanic in a shop. Though one elderly man a couple months ago ask the manager if I was his wife (as if that's the only reason a woman would work in a shop). The manager handled it well by replying that I was an experienced mechanic.
Oil is good, grease is better.
2007 Peter Mooney w/S&S couplers/Terry Butterfly
1993 Bridgestone MB-3/Avocet O2 Air 40W
1980 Columbus Frame with 1970 Campy parts
1954 Raleigh 3-speed/Brooks B72