I wonder how these snowflakes would do if they had to work in the workplaces of the 50s-70s where women were constantly told things like "nice legs" and what not.
If this was true, I would have told Barbara and let her deal with it. That woman is formidable!!
@Freya@CatherineofAragon @mystery-ak Here is a Barbara Bush story:
When my husband was Republican Chairman of our county, we had an election judge who looked exactly like Barbara Bush. I have a picture of the two Barbara's standing beside each other, and you can't tell who is the real Barbara Bush.
We went to a meeting with George Bush and at the end of the meeting, people went up to Bush to speak to him. "Our" Barbara Bush was in the line to speak to him. I said to Bush, there is someone here who wants to speak to you - he saw "our" Barbara Bush, and said, "THAT IS MY MOMMA!", and he hugged her.
One time when we went to the state convention, I was on the escalator to the second floor where the lunch meeting was for our district. In front of me was a man. Behind me was "our" Barbara Bush. I heard the man say out loud to himself, "Barbara Bush is here!". So, I get inside the room and behind me came in "our" Barbara Bush. The whole room of people stood up and started clapping. This man in front of me had gone into the room and told all of them that Barbara Bush was coming to the room.
"Our" Barbara Bush told me she was so aware people thought she was Barbara that she always presented herself in a respectful manner so as not to do anything that would be embarrassing for the real Barbara.
"Our" Barbara was going with a group to Israel. I told her I was afraid bad guys there, (can you say Palestinian terrorists?) would see her and try to kidnap or kill her. She said she knew that and was going to wear a head scarf when she was out among the people, (her hair was exactly like Barbara's) and wear clothes Barbara would never be seen in and would always be in the middle of the tourist group, never off by herself. I was worried the whole time she was gone but she got back okay.
When she went shopping outside our county, people would come up to her and she would have to tell them she was not Barbara. "Our" Barbara was a fine lady, just like the real one.