Wednesday, March 18, 2015
But here we are.
I've noticed recently that people are using a particular form of address that rubs me the wrong way.
Waiters, clerks in shops, and strangers on the street have been addressing me as "young lady."
And I don't care for it.
"Young lady" takes me back to childhood, when teachers and parents used the term in a sharp tone as a form of insult.
Besides that, I am not a young lady. I'm no longer what I'd consider middle-aged, but I'm not old either. I think I'm an older lady. Not that I expect anyone to call me that, mind you.
What happened to "ma'am"? Or even "miss"?
Oh, and while I'm on this particular form-of-address rant, I'd like to point out that I give waitstaff a more generous tip if they don't call my party "guys."
We're neither guys nor young ladies.
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Wednesday, March 18, 2015