Feminism in a fish market????

If you come into my market and treat me, as a woman, like an inferior thing compared to my husband, I'm not going to like you. Fish lady is a feminist. I was always led to believe a woman can do anything. I was a "tomboy" as a young girl, leading to feminism in my teens and a Women's Studies major in college. Now, I grew up in a family business where my mom after 30 some odd years of retail sexism has this quote on her bulletin board"Do you want to talk to the man in charge or the woman who knows what is going on?" Yes, my husband does work many more physical hours in the market than I do - for obvious reasons with 2 kiddos under 5 that want to be with Mom. Yes, sometimes he does know more about ordering and availability . . . that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about all the folks out there that think I am incapable of knowing information about the seafood, where it came from, what it tastes like, how to open an oyster . . . the dumb everyday things that as an owner of a seafood market I need to know, and because I am a woman I do not. pshaw!! you say . . . ask my husband, it happens all the time. I'll be waiting on them and they have a question about something, they turn to my husband and ask him. Or, they ask me, I answer and then they turn to my husband and ask again as if what I said didn't matter at all. People assume I can't skin a fish if I'm the only one there "are you able to take the skin off?" "Do you know how to skin it?" or shuck an oyster "I don't suppose you know how to shuck an oyster?" while working one Saturday by myself, a woman and her husband who had been waiting in line get to the counter and order 2 dozen shucked oysters. I explain to them that I am the only one there at the time and cannot take the time to shuck them as I have a steady line of people. "Where's the man, he can do it" I again explain I am the only one there and I know how to shuck oysters but cannot because there is a line of people behind them that I cannot make wait, it's been steady." The woman turns to her husband and says "she doesn't know how and the man isn't here to do it." I'm like wwhhaatt?? I smile and apologize, give them our card and tell them to call ahead next time. My favorite recently is this sourpuss old lady who has some spunk left in her somewhere, maybe . . . turns to me and says "are you the wife?" yup, that's me. Today as a woman left with her 3 dozen shucked oysters she says "thank your husband for this" I smiled and let her know I shucked them . . . "you did these all by yourself?"