"That assignment you gave us was demeaning, professor."
Gregory looked up to see one of his students standing in front of his desk. A woman with a sour expression glared at him, disgusted. She was a junior with chocolate brown hair and olive skin who irritated the hell out of him. The woman constantly raises her hand while smacking gum with her airport to tell him that his lesson was old fashioned. That he needed to bring forth more artwork and writing done by women instead of perpetuating bigotry.
It really grinded his gears that the woman never dared to switch out of his class if it bothered her too much. He had spoken to her about it and she looked at him with disgust calling him a gross pig. No, instead she had gone to the administrative office a week prior to complain about him and claim that he was singling her out. This left him with a mark on his name and a warning about possible suspension if he kept bothering her. He couldn't believe she had the nerve to even act this way with him privately.
With her fake nails, the woman put a hand on her chest right on her breast and sneered. She set down a paper on his desk and he quickly grabbed it. It was an essay that had just been assigned to her in the previous class on a movie they had taken notes on. The film was from the 80s, a romantic comedy and was written to appeal to the everyday American from that time period. The first page was pretty much just one long paragraph trashing the film, the crew, the director and the cast.
She wrote about how demeaning it was for the love interest to lower her standards for the nerdy main character. How unrealistic it was for a hot girl who got such good grades and was so career driven to go for such a slacker. This was a stereotype at the time that the woman was called pompous and creepy. As the man read the paper he could see a shit eating grin form on the girl's face.
It was so obvious that the last chunk of the argumentative essay was a personal attack against him. Gregory sighed and rubbed at his forehead as the woman moved some of her long hair and huffed. "You would have been some sort of perve to find any of those jokes about a woman's 'jugs' funny. It's absolutely disgusting!"
Gregory just gave her a hard look. The woman didn't fit the stereotypical feminist look you'd see conservatives push against the movement. She didn't have a ugly bob or a horrifically dyed pixie cut. Her body was banging with her Latin American roots overtaking any of that being white girl genetics. It pissed him off that a girl like that born with such an advantage would constantly play the goddamn victim.
He watched her squirm under his gaze, the room becoming uncomfortable with the tension between the two. The professor had to wonder if a girl like her who was raised with loving and pampering parents ever had to want anything. If she even knew how to change a tire or unclog a pipe or wipe her own ass. Gregory really had to sit and think if he had ever seen the woman do anything beneficial in her life. He chuckled and set the paper back down onto the desk, looking her in the eye.
