If you are unfamiliar with the term “mansplaining”, the dictionary definition describes it as: “to comment on or explain something to a woman in a condescending, overconfident, and often inaccurate or oversimplified manner” assuming that she doesn’t know or couldn’t possibly understand any of the explanation – I would add.
The best I found on the topic is how author Karen Healy describes it: a “delightful mixture of privilege and ignorance that leads to condescending, inaccurate explanations, delivered with the rock-solid conviction of rightness and that slimy certainty that of course, he is right, because he is the man in this conversation.”
I am sure that happened to you more than once, as is happened to me on multiple occasions. The last time it happened the other day in the queue at the supermarket when a man simply went ahead of me and when I asked him if I am invisible he actually started to explain that he is right to step ahead – he even came up with an (not so) elaborate explanation why he is right. Not an excuse but an explanation.
Often comes with “young lady” or “darling”. I feel you all the way: the explanation about your own body (aka moods based on your menstruation!), how using the f word is inappropriate for a lady, feminism, cooking, matriarchy, history, news, movies, politics, moon, sun, universe and why you basically don’t understand how the world is working.
I like to slam back with the widely acclaimed: “You know nothing, Jon Snow”.