Mrs Dude
Speaking of “a woman” with accompanying ( ) gesture to explain what a woman is, this is not the most intelligent headline I’ve ever seen.
Via Sister Outrider
Tip Jar
Speaking of “a woman” with accompanying ( ) gesture to explain what a woman is, this is not the most intelligent headline I’ve ever seen.
Via Sister Outrider
That is so typically male-centric. Perhaps reporting should strive to be a bit deeper and recognize people as being more than just appendages to their spouse.
“Hey, who is our new MP?”
“Humza’s Wife.”
I was thinking the other day about relationship words, after a conversation online about the use of the word ‘victim’. I didn’t see it as a problem–I mean, if someone steals my bike, I’m the victim of a crime; how does that imply anything about me as a person? But the person who had an issue with it objected as it was a word that described someone based on her relation to someone else. That got me thinking about how we describe people. We can split nouns we use to describe people into two categories, ‘inherent’ (athlete, author, blue-eyed) and ‘relational’ (mother, student, employee). Some may be ambiguous/arguable (tall, Catholic). I’d hypothesise that ‘relational’ words are used more often to describe women. (Surely someone’s looked at this already, but I don’t know the literature well enough to know that.)
About thirty years ago I read a blurb about a social meeting in the local small town newspaper. There were only women mentioned in the article and everyone of them was “Mrs. John Smith” or “Mrs. George Wilson”. Not one single woman was mentioned by her own name. It was like reading a passage from Main Street. It’s probably still the same today.
Also can’t stand first names for politicians – “Boris”, “Nicola” etc. He’s Humza Yousaf.
Actually I think the National ran the picture as they are about the only good looking Scottish politicians.
My mother was one of the most ardent antifeminists I have known, but she would not tolerate anyone referring to her as Mrs. My Dad. She went over the top everytime one of my cousins sent anything through the mail, because she always sent it as Dr. and Mrs. Math Professor, in spite of the fact that the Mrs. had a doctorate as well.
I sometimes suspected my mother of being a closet feminist.