RMG man explains writing to female writer

As I was writing a report on International Women's Day, sitting at West End with my laptop, pretending to understand the struggles of women who are actually battling femicide, child marriage and violence, while I continue to live a highly sheltered life of drinking skimmed milk shalgom-spice latte with a hint of cardamom, I felt the gaze of a man behind me.

His eyes were fixated on my screen, where I'd managed to write two sentences on how people misconceive International Women's Day. "Are you, like, a writer or something?" he asks.

Upon hearing that I am, indeed, a Writer or Something, he took the liberty to take a seat at my table. "Oh great, you seem to have hit a block."

He flashes me an all-knowing smile. "Let me help you."

As soon as I open my mouth to say he's making wrong assumptions, he starts talking again. "I'm Kazi Sakib, currently trying to launch an activewear label for Instagram influencers. It's a spin-off from my father's RMG empire," he says, while reaching into a very tight pocket to bring out visiting cards.

Wondering how that qualifies him to give me advice, I think to myself, "Ah yes, another dude who will undermine my expertise with his unearned confidence."

"I see you've written that people are wrong to think IWD is unnecessary because women's rights have already been achieved. Are you trying to say men think that?" he asks. Hoping I will finally get a chance to speak and tell him I don't need help, I begin, "No, many people…"

He cuts me off. "Well actually, not all men think that. They just think that it's, like, unfair to have a day to celebrate women while men are constantly neglected, you know. Like I got chocolates for my girlfriend today. She didn't even, like, post it on Instagram stories. On which day will I get some appreciation?"

Just as I'm looking for something to give him as a trophy, he begins to ramble on again. "My friend told me that there is a Men's Day, but dude, y'all get flowers and stuff and we get nothing. IWD is all about these corporate events. A friend of mine works at Techstosterone and he said their office went all out," said Kazi Sakib.

He stops for a breath and I spot my opening. "It says on your card you studied operations management in Australia. How are you such an expert on IWD?" I ask.

"Well, actually I've known enough women in my life," he said, clearly agitated. "How dare you question my expertise? I have a foreign degree and you're just some dumb Writer or Something."

I'll be honest, at this point I was starting to enjoy the conversation enough, wanting to egg him on for some more of that sweet writing material. But his ego had been too wounded.

"I cannot believe I wasted my time trying to help you. How typical of women! Even when I wanted to participate in your IWD or whatever, you didn't appreciate me," Sakib said before he stormed out, leaving behind quite the manpression.