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Chivalry. Maybe it's dead.

Depending on who you ask. But is that really such a bad thing? What started as

a catch-all for honor, justice, all that good stuff, morphed into a catch-all for

the gendered ideals of courtship. But drawing from inspirational figures like

RBG and Ida B. Wells, women started demanding a seat at the table. And

chivalry became about more than who was holding the door. Our generation has

made a point to buck these sexist norms that we inherited from our parents.

You know, the ones that were designed to uphold the notions that men should

protect and provide for their women.

After you.

Bye, and sis, please.

Okay, bye.

All right.

The good news is we've blown up the old rules our parents taught.

But the bad news is the new rules are still TBD.

Oh, my God, this can't be happening.

It's fine.

Shit! Can someone help me?

Andre, are you in there?

I'll be right there.

Um, I will be just a minute. This will be quick.

Don't move, please.

Sorry, my laptop charger fell behind my dresser and I've got the term paper due

and my computer's at 4%. Stay less, girl. I got this.

You're a lifesaver. And don't call me girl. Boy.

Understood.

Friend. Thank you.

Now, let's go where we left off.

Open retainer case.

Bonnet on.

Five-minute gratitude journal?

Damn it.

The moment's passed.

I'm going to bed.

Is there anything that I can do to bring the moment back? I'm so sorry. Maybe

like... Okay.

Hey, babe,

can you turn the lights back on? I can't find my jammies.

I want to go.

It's a little weird. What you're saying is wrong.

No, no, no.

You sound like you're from the Stone Age. I'm going to tell you it's a little

weird. Trust me.

Okay, we're going to ask this young gentleman right here. Please.

He's going to agree with me. Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're riding in the car with a

woman. This woman is driving the car. She stops for gas and... I pump.

What am I, a savage? Put it right there.

Case closed. You pump. If you're driving with a woman, you pump. Unless you're a

child, the elderly, or you have the misfortune of living in New Jersey.

No, no, no. Sloan is a modern woman and she's just used to doing things for her

son.

He didn't say that. He's joking.

Okay, yes. Cat's out of the bag.

Pig's out of the blanket.

Jordan's out of the box.

Sloan got a kid.

That's very real. It's too much. I'm sorry, bro. I know you really liked her.

Yeah. All right, peace alone, man. She had so much potential. She really did.

She really did.

You guys want to go hoop?

No. No, no. What? I said she has a kid, not a side ponytail.

Look, I really like her, and I want to see where it goes. It goes to parent

-teacher conferences at 23 years old, man.

Every Thursday, you can see Mrs. Susan.

Look, I have a year of maturity, and wisdom over you, Douglas.

And even I'm not ready for that.

Okay?

Okay, well, if this was a year ago, yes, I would have told y'all to go tell her

that I died in a parking lot carnival accident, okay?

I remember that. It was very me, but now, I feel like my life's on the right

track, and I'm ready for something serious.

You know what?

I'm proud of you for letting your heart lead. It's beautiful.

Okay, sure. There's a lot of growth going on around here. This is really

good.

Just got an email from Dr. H. Bay.

Dr. Uwe? Look at her. Dr. Ichbe.

Well, her name's Dr. Edith Horn, all right? The professor has paired us up

together because we're doing a project focusing on student mental health. And

this Betty White-ass lady has up and decided what her project was going to

focus on without asking me, the darling of the campus.

You got to show her who the Osprey is, all right?

Sometimes I think about grown guys.

We'll see you about mama tomorrow.

Hey, yo, baby's first photo shoot. Hi, thank you for coming.

Also, I don't want to hear a word about my feminism going out the window. I got

you. I'm so new to this, and I don't know if people are, like, giving me

attitude or if they're just serving.

Who? I don't know. I don't know. Can you just hype me up? I got you. Hype me up.

I got you. I'll be like a soccer mom, but louder.

Woo-woo!

Also, will you cosplay as my manager? Because I've been putting out signing

this contract all day. I don't know what any of these words mean.

I would love to.

Oh, likeness, rights, and perpetuity. No, no, no.

Whose day do I have to ruin?

Excuse me. You. Yes.

Hey. Hi.

Congrats on your first gig.

I'm so honored that I could help you pop your photo shoot, Sherry. Thank you.

Well, if I don't totally blow it, we should go celebrate.

I'd love to.

Wednesday night?

Like, like dinner time?

It's usually the meal you eat at night.

I mean, we could go to IHOP if you really want. No, I mean, Wednesday's

perfect. Sounds chill.

Sounds chill.

See you later.

I cannot believe you've never been here before, man.

You got to try that salad right here. Oh, that's right.

Mm. Mm.

Notes of pressed hair, wet dumpster, and a beer I never want to try again.

You just don't have a refined palate like Ruby. Please. Your palate is about

as refined as my five-year-old.

Oh, my god.

I got to win one of those for Avery before we leave.

It'll make me feel less guilty about being away from you. What you feel

guilty for? You're a great mom.

Oh, I know I'm a great mom.

But you know, sometimes when I'm taking time for myself, I feel like I could be

taking him for a bike ride or something.

I mean, it would be nice to meet him one day.

Oh, I'm not going to do you like that.

punches this other dude right in the middle of the skating rink because he

was hot-dogging in front of Lauren. So, obviously, she's freaking out. She texts

me to come over. I'm zooming quickly to pick her up. Oh, so that's why you were

an hour late for our date tonight. The one that we talked about several times.

Oh. Oh, I'm...

I'm so sorry I didn't think you'd be mad at me for helping Warren. I mean, I just

thought that we'd spend our time together as a couple, not me hearing you

go on and on about this low-stakes heroic tale.

Okay, you know what?

Noted.

But if you're interested in a high-stakes story, I know just the one

tip. I have to pay for midterms.

And you have to be on the lookout for the next damsel in distress.

It's just when he's with me, I want him to really be with me, not dashing off to

move dressers or bragging about saving a girl from the roller rink. That's so

weird. Andre just saved me from a bad date at a roller rink.

Girl, how do you go to the same school as us?

I have an IQ of 146.

Okay, but in our defense, Andre never said he was busy with you. That's even

worse. Look, I'm not saying you should ignore your problems, but I need him to

be my boyfriend.

And the thing is, he doesn't even know why I'm mad at him. I don't know why

Annika's mad at me. The only reason she liked me in the first place is because I

always showed up for her as a friend. Oh, so you kept in Sabo to keep your

other options open. No, I just, I don't know what to do.

When a friend is in a crisis, what should I do? Should I ignore them?

That doesn't feel like the right thing. The right thing feels like stepping up.

It's better than getting stepped on.

Yeah, I'd like me to step on by a woman.

Not yet to meet a lady who didn't have feelings. Of course yours is going to

have some. For the other ones, they're just here. They need somebody to move

stuff for them.

I would just like the record to show that I did not ask for his help out of

some sort of, like, gender bias.

I would also just like the record to show that I don't feel bad about asking

for his help because I was scared, I was alone, and I was at a roller rink.

To be clear...

I love how close you guys are with Andre, but let's just be real. If I made

a plate for one of his frat brothers or did some other dude's laundry, he would

be so jealous, he would start lifting weights again.

Look, women always want it both ways. It's like, Sloane loves it when I plan a

date night and then she always says I'm too old school. That's why I say, if

less we're dating, it's a strong maybe.

Lesbians should be allowed to partake in your little toxic hetero traditions if

it benefits them.

Like go to a dinner date for two at a vegan fusion restaurant.

I don't know if it's a date. She is the one who suggested dinner for two, but

I'm the one who suggested that we celebrate.

Too bad you're not in a hetero relationship.

Girl. No, please.

Continue. I'm actually dying to see where this goes.

If the guy offered to pay for dinner, you would know it was a date.

Not all guys pay. Not all girls want them to.

It's like as soon as the check comes, their dresses don't have pockets

anymore, right? Most dresses don't have pockets. But I also think it makes more

sense that if you make the most money, you should cover the bill.

Look, just because you're going Dutch doesn't mean it's not a date. I would

rather be alone forever than date a guy who doesn't pay. I mean, that's just how

I was raised.

My mom doesn't even have access to a credit card.

But that's just because women be shopping.

Okay, let's focus up, please.

I still don't know if it's a date, and I don't have your little hetero cheat

codes. Okay, so just take things into your own hands. Pivot in yourself before

she can even say let's split. Power move.

Date declared. Honestly, I wish I thought of that.

Okay, I'll do it. But only if you tell Andre that you need him to prioritize

you. These two things are not equal in boldness or necessity, but fine.

Douglas, Andre, presumable frat people and or cult members.

How you guys doing? I'm at home.

Your full name is Douglas?

Well, you seem like you're in a better mood. Well, yeah, I just emailed Dr.

Ballbuster and basically told her how we're going to do the research. I told

her what kind of data we're going to use and that everything needs to flow

through me. You poke the bear long enough, you get the claws. You know what

I'm talking about.

What? I don't. You on some penitentiary shit, huh? No. Dude, academia is just

like jail, man. First day, you got to walk in, shake them up.

Intellectually, of course. Damn. Well, assuming that all the murder talk is

hypothetical, I'm happy for you. Thanks, man.

Well, look who emailed me back.

Professor Jackson, thank you for such spirited feedback. I would like to

discuss this further. Please come to my office tomorrow at 4 p.m. Don't be late.

Looks like Granny couldn't miss the early bird special, huh?

I'm not nervous about it.

I'm just going to go check it out. That's fantastic.

Well, at least one of us isn't struggling with the ladies, I guess. No,

bro, I'm driving the struggle bus. I mean, I asked Sloane if I could be

introduced to her kid, and she laughed it off.

I was just trying to show I cared. It wasn't that deep. Well, then I guess you

just do whatever you can to show her, then. I got you on this one.

Like, uh, get a kid some Legos.

Talk to me. Okay. Another one is... Show the boy how to throw a punch.

Okay. The last one, maybe the arguably the best one.

Get a boy a beer.

Wait, get the boy a beer? Maybe not that one. If I know anything about women, the

four worst words that you could ever say are, but you never asked.

Doug, special delivery for you. Well, I have a special delivery

for you.

Surprise.

Because you said your little man like riding bike.

Why

would

you buy my son a bike without asking me first?

I just thought I was doing right by you because I wanted to be the kind of guy

that steps up for you, no questions asked.

Well, you should have asked before you did that.

Because now you're a grown-ass man buying a bike for a boy that you've

never even met.

Yeah, that wasn't the slam dunk I thought it was in my head.

It is not.

Come on, let's do it. Look, I'm sorry, and I want you to know I'm

a bit out of my depth here. I've never been with someone that's had a kid

before. I was just trying to show you I'm all in because I really, really like

you.

And I really, really like you, too.

I mean, I love having fun with you. And I know you are a good man.

But I don't think you need to buy my son a bike in order to prove that.

I'm sorry for thinking that that was a good idea. I may have acted on some very

flawed advice.

You think?

Next time.

Next time?

I ask you what you want.

Now, that's the sexiest thing a man can ask.

Sorry I'm late, Professor. I got here when I... Come.

Sit.

You're, um... You're the Edith from the psych department at Cal U?

Wow. Okay, wow.

First, Edith, let me just start by saying... Wow.

Um, secondly, I'm excited to be working with you, Edith. I really am. It's Dr.

Horne. At least that's what they call me when I successfully defended my

dissertation at Georgetown.

Before we get started, I wanted to touch base on our email exchange.

We don't have to.

Look, it's in the bridge, water under the past. You know what I mean?

To be honest, I didn't even realize I sent you an email. Was it from a Hotmail

account? Because my Hotmail account has been acting up. It has a mind of its

own. Well, from your mind came, you must read Psychology Yesterday.

Because otherwise, you'd know I'm the voice of black mental health on campus.

There's too many cooks.

In this kitchen. I don't have my glasses. I'm not sure I can see this.

Oh, yeah.

Highlighter. Wow.

Okay, I see the confusion right here. There's too many cooks.

That's supposed to be T-W-O, not T-O-O. So I meant two cooks in the kitchen,

which is the desired number.

Kind of like a TV show, The Bear. You seen that? Yes, Chef. No, Chef. Thank

you, Chef.

Corner?

No.

I'm going to cut the BS, okay? I thought you were a white woman.

An old...

white lady maybe next time do a little research before you start firing off

wild emails and to be clear you shouldn't be emailing female colleagues

like this of any race you're 100 right and i'm sorry the truth is this

university has kind of put me through the ringer a couple of million times so

i'm a little defensive when it comes to issues that affect our people calm down

cornell but i get it

Having spent my whole career in academia, I've been there.

So can we start over?

If you're willing to have me, I'd love to work with you on this, Dr. Horn.

If I didn't want to work with you, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Understood. By the way, you're lucky.

If I wasn't all white lady, I would have gone full Karen on your ass.

What an inspired choice to replace eggs with chickpeas in an egg salad

flatbread.

Yeah.

Almost as inspired as your crazy amazing photos from the shoot the other day.

Whenever you're ready.

Or you're ready.

Here. Thank you.

Okay, Fleck.

No, no. It was my treat as a thank you for helping me get the gig.

Also, I asked you. I'm sure you skipped a date or something to be here. Well,

I'll get the tip as a thank you for dinner.

I know you were pissed at me this week for not respecting our time together,

but I want you to know that you have my complete attention tonight.

I promise.

Good. Because I want to get weird tonight.

No strip.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, does anyone know how to cut a pineapple?

I actually do know how to cut open a pineapple, and it can be very dangerous.

Just let her learn to cut a pineapple on her own and prioritize me for once.

I was just trying to help.

Look, I love that you like being the problem solver, but when you're doing

everything for everyone else, it just makes it really hard for me to feel

special to you.

No, you are special to me.

And if I'm not making you feel that way, then I've got work to do.

I do too.

My whole life I felt like I had to be strong, but you're the first person to

make me feel like it's okay to let my guard down.

Really?

Asking for what I want makes me vulnerable.

So when you don't hear me, it just confirms that fear

for me.

I'm sorry.

No, no, you have nothing to apologize for.

And of course I want to be a good guy, but I want to be a good boyfriend more

than anything.

You are.

Look at us.

Resolving our issues without some big blow-up.

I know. We really are maturing.

Sorry to bug you guys, but I think I messed up and I'm starting to get, like,

really... Dizzy, okay, no, hospital. Okay, okay, yep.

I'll go pull the car around and you... Do you keep her hands above her heart?

Yep, hands up.

Sure, chivalry can be as basic as holding the door open for someone.

But it can also be a lot more.

Sometimes the noble thing isn't jumping in and taking control, but stepping back

and lending support.

Other times, it means figuring out when and where you're needed most.

I guess for us, the only way to define chivalry is

it looks a lot like communication.

And ordering an extra side of fry, even when your girl says she isn't hungry.

You want me to drive you home?

Sure. Okay.

And maybe you can come inside and meet a little man.

Oh.

I mean, I would love to, if you're ready for that, though.

Call me. I am.

Call me.

That is how I took the food delivery robot to court and won.

I have so many blocked numbers as a result. Do you want me to call a car?

Is it a date?

Do you want it to be?

Do you always have to make things so difficult?

Well let me make it easy for you.