Admit it, I'm right.

At the end of my global politics class today, after being nearly trampled by people running for the door, I saw a guy carry a girl's backpack for her. She even had it on already and he literally took it off for her, slung it over his shoulder, pretended to nearly fall over at the added weight and walked out the door. (which I found even more ridiculous since he appeared to offer to carry it, and it was ONLY A FREAKING BACKPACK)
I like chivalry as much as the next girl, but seriously. A backpack? If someone wanted to carry something for me, fine, but there are certain parameters in which this would be allowed. Big, awkwardly shaped TV? Yes. Anything over 30 lbs that has to go up 4 flights of stairs? Certainly. Heavy shopping bag? Of course. Broken limbs or other impediments? Don't mind if I do. Backpack or purse? No thanks, I'm not quite that retarded. (not that she was retarded or anything...I'm just saying.)
This is the kind of thing that annoys me about girls. If someone is, frankly, weird enough to want to carry a backpack for me I would decline because I've been taking care of my own backpack-carrying needs for, oh, 14 years now. Also, it would quite simply freak me out. This way, although I would feel slightly insulted by the notion that I couldn't (or even shouldn't?) carry my own belongings, I could obviously prove them wrong by using said backpack the way God intended: The owner schlepping it themselves - no supervision needed. But doesn't being all "Ok, Johnny, sure you can carry it. That one notebook and all my back-up lip gloss in there really hurts my spine! (*sniffle)" show that girls really are as helpless as some guys think they are?
Yes, it does.

Well, at least until I break my clavicle or something and have to hire someone to carry my stuff around for me.