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A bad influence? Lil' old moi?

 
 
Our Lady of The Two Towers
08:58 / 01.12.02
LOL. At work yesterday my manager showed me a complaint card she'd received from a member of the public about my wearing of nail varnish, the first we received since I started working there... key phrases including the invocation of children and what they would think (so far the general response has been either to giggle, or to stage whisper to their Mum's that that man is wearing nail varnish! I'm not aware of any children that have seen me wearing 'Sci-fi Silver' and dashed off to join Al-Quaeda), asking about whether I'm breaking the council dress-code (doesn't mention make-up and now that I make an effort to co-ordinate I am following the main rule which is 'dress smart'), and is concerned that I'm using the nail varnish as a way to 'test the waters' before going in in full drag. Well, I'm classier than that, but I have at least done the full trannie thing a few times.

Reading the complaint card I was struck by two things. Firstly, I didn't actually serve this member of the public, so this complaint is based upon them just seeing me, though they do seem to assume that if I'm wearing a bit of nail varnish I'm automatically rude and unco-operative (umm, well...). Strange how they seem to think my manner of dress makes me incapable of doing the job I'm employed for, though maybe she took a wrong turn and thought she was wandering around the fire station, which is next door... "How is he going to deal with a fire in high heels?" The second thing is, I now really really want that dress I saw in Camden market Thursday afternoon...

Thankfully my manager has no intention of slapping down on me for this one, she didn't even want to show me the complaint card 'cos she thought I'd be upset. Pah!
 
 
GRIM
09:41 / 01.12.02
There's no accounting for people and they do often go on stupid first impressions.

Three of us used to hang out and one of my friend's mothers insisted I was the bad influence on her son because of my long hair. Never mind the other guy was a pot-smoking petty criminal, all she saw was the buzz cut.

Humans... tsk...
 
 
Shortfatdyke
09:47 / 01.12.02
Doesn't your workplace have an equal opps policy? As you're working in the public sector, and a member of UNISON, I would've thought this kind of harassment would not be deemed acceptable. I think you should talk to your rep about it. The public have a right to be served properly and courteously, if some fucking bigot has a problem with you then they are the one that shouldn't be there.

Sorry, can't find a funny side to this at all. But go ahead and buy the dress, btw.
 
 
Lilith Myth
10:00 / 01.12.02
I'm with SFD, though not quite as hardline. However, I am available for shopping consultage all this week.
 
 
Lurid Archive
10:48 / 01.12.02
Can I ask how important this is to you? I mean, I fully support your right to wear nail varnish at work especially as it is such a minor thing. But, in my experience, the reaction can be so disproportionate to the act that you only really do it if you have a point to make. Mind you, it doesn't sound like you are there yet, so perhaps you can just carry on and ignore the odd complaint?
 
 
Our Lady of The Two Towers
10:50 / 01.12.02
Oh no, don't worry. This member of the public hasn't said anything to me personally (coward!) and my manager doesn't believe there's anything she needs to say to me, she knows I work well so all she intends to do is write a letter back to this person just commenting that I'm not breaking any of the rules of the council, if she could she'd love to tell the person to sod off and mind their own business.

At the moment, it's funny. Everyone at work is extremely supportive to me generally. I just wanted to share.
 
 
William Sack
14:20 / 01.12.02
Buy the dress by all means, but read this before you wear it into work.
 
 
Shortfatdyke
15:03 / 01.12.02
I fully admit to being rather grumpy about this, I think it needs nipping in the bud. Sounds like your boss, Flowers, is pretty sound, and has handled the situation well, it's just that I was more or less sacked from one job for having coloured hair and it was completely nonsensical, since I was also told I was the best worker they had. And I've heard too many stories of us weirdo types having to be seen to be working better than anyone else in order to be treated vaguely as equals.
 
 
Our Lady of The Two Towers
15:44 / 01.12.02
Interesting H.I.R., thanks.
The Commission recalls that the applicant claims that he has been sanctioned for dressing as a "female" whereas the same restrictions have not been applied to women who have been permitted to wear masculine clothes at work. The Commission notes that this complaint was considered by the Industrial Tribunal which accepted the evidence of the Council that, in respect of the example relied on by the applicant of a woman wearing black trousers and a white shirt, this style of dress was smart and wholly appropriate to the job which she did. It found no indication that the policy of requiring appropriate dress was not applied to both genders. The Commission observes that the range of dress which is considered appropriate for a woman may be wider than that available to a man. However, that does not disclose any basis on which the Commission may find that the applicant was subjected to a different rule on the basis that he was a man, rather than a woman.

Yes, but would they have brought the action against their female employee if she wore a dress?

It all started on talking with the manager above my current manager about two years ago. I commented on how I only wore 'nail protector' nail varnish to work but would wear coloured outside work. She foolishly mentioned about how the council rules didn't say I couldn't wear make-up to work, and I started wearing nail varnish, but never really bothered going much further. It only became a point of principle over the next few months as it started to get her nervous, we're right next door to the Town Hall after all and she was always a bit paranoid that there'd be one upset councillor and she'd loose her job.

But she decided to treat me as if I was some crazy transsexual warrior willing to kill anyone who looked at me funny, and there were several conversations about whether it was appropriate for me to wear nail varnish which made me damn sure I was going to continue, because she never actually asked me if I would mind stopping! She always assumed I would say 'no'! There were a couple of complaints made about me from members of the public, but these were both cases where they wanted something that was against our rules, I refused to oblige, so they complained I was obstructive. We get these sorts of ones regularly and they aren't taken seriously. They identified me by saying it was 'the man with the nail varnish'. My line manager but one suggested that I should stop colouring my nails as it made me easily identifiable. This in an organisation where we all wear name badges... Then, one day, my line manager but one asks me "What do your parents think about you wearing nail varnish?" Excuse me? I'd been living away from home at this point for about 7 years.

Luckily, after that, she gave up and I was able to prove that nail varnish fumes at no point rendered me unable to do what I was employed to do. Two years later, this summer, she was leaving, to go and work up Birmingham way. For her leaving party I wore a lovely black blouse and pattened trousers that the lovely Lillith Myth helped me pick, and which London 'Lithers have also seen at sfd's do.

If I start getting hassle from officials, we now have a heavily Tory dominated council average age 300, I'll back down, work is more important to me than clothes. I agree with sfd that us weirdo's have to be better than the others to be treated the same, luckily I am better than some of those I work with (Ooh I'm so dead if they read this). Lurid, I suppose I'm lucky in that my gender issues are not so pressing that I feel I must express them, there's a woman in me, but luckily she's a transvestite too most of the time, so we get along splendidly!
 
  
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