Dear taxi driver: just because you’re older than me doesn’t automatically make you an expert on every subject in the world except for computers.
And not everything you hear in a crowd is absolute truth. In fact, most people don’t know what they’re talking about when they just repeat rumors, often mangling them even more, and if I, 25, have to explain such things to you, old enough to be my father, then something is wrong with the world.
And I don’t think you’re in any position to accuse women of being gossipy when you spent a few dozen times you’ve driven me to work saying nothing but hearsay, and I’ve always been the one calling you on lack of facts and critical detail. You know what it’s called? Hypocrisy.