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smokingbootListen to this and tell me where it goes wrong:
'Welcome to Hoover Candy Service department, to whom am I speaking?'
'I'm [insert first and surmane]'
'And may I call you Miss, Ms or Mrs [surname]?'
[reply with prefix of preference or say, 'Just call me boot']
Tough and complicated isn't it? So much better to have the following:
'What name is the appliance under?'
I give my beloved's surname cos he bought it.
'Ok Mrs [beloved's surname]'
'No, we're not married, we live together. My surname is [insert own surname]'
'OK Mrs [own surname]'
'No. Stop. We live together, we are not married. I am a Ms. This is the 21st century. How hard can it be?'
Q much confusion. She clearly cannot see why I am refusing the ultimate accolade available to all femininity everywhere; the compliment that some glorious penis wielder might look down upon this poor hapless maiden and offer to share his name with me, our eternal ultimate aspiration. Gosh, how grateful I should be.
It's that old assumption that every woman must want to be married. Now I have a very loving partner, and if ever man could put up with me as an appalling wife, he could; but my experience of other people's marriages, from parents to friends, has not filled me with sanguine expectation; I love weddings, it's the matrimony bit, with its historical background of ownership, that isn't for me. Love freely given and freely taken suits me better.
I understand that all have their own preference, and I respect that preference. Just don't assume it's mine.
Of course, everyone has a different take on this, hence my suggestion for an opening intro on the phone for professional matters. But this is too much trouble; after all, we all want it secretly, don't we? Unless we're lesbians of course, or one of those poor divorced ladies who still have appliances bought in their marital names. Oh well, maybe it will make them recall those magic days when they belonged, or make them try harder next time.
So just call me Mrs Him, or Her Indoors or The Missus, and I'll get that warm glow that comes from being owned and therefore cherished, right? I mean we all know the real test of whether I have worth is not about what I do or who I am, but if I can get a man to invest in me long term, with engagement ring as non-refundable deposit, right?
Or we could bypass any possible irritation one way or another, and just ask.
Engineer's supposed to be coming tomorrow. Let's see what happens when they call.
'Welcome to Hoover Candy Service department, to whom am I speaking?'
'I'm [insert first and surmane]'
'And may I call you Miss, Ms or Mrs [surname]?'
[reply with prefix of preference or say, 'Just call me boot']
Tough and complicated isn't it? So much better to have the following:
'What name is the appliance under?'
I give my beloved's surname cos he bought it.
'Ok Mrs [beloved's surname]'
'No, we're not married, we live together. My surname is [insert own surname]'
'OK Mrs [own surname]'
'No. Stop. We live together, we are not married. I am a Ms. This is the 21st century. How hard can it be?'
Q much confusion. She clearly cannot see why I am refusing the ultimate accolade available to all femininity everywhere; the compliment that some glorious penis wielder might look down upon this poor hapless maiden and offer to share his name with me, our eternal ultimate aspiration. Gosh, how grateful I should be.
It's that old assumption that every woman must want to be married. Now I have a very loving partner, and if ever man could put up with me as an appalling wife, he could; but my experience of other people's marriages, from parents to friends, has not filled me with sanguine expectation; I love weddings, it's the matrimony bit, with its historical background of ownership, that isn't for me. Love freely given and freely taken suits me better.
I understand that all have their own preference, and I respect that preference. Just don't assume it's mine.
Of course, everyone has a different take on this, hence my suggestion for an opening intro on the phone for professional matters. But this is too much trouble; after all, we all want it secretly, don't we? Unless we're lesbians of course, or one of those poor divorced ladies who still have appliances bought in their marital names. Oh well, maybe it will make them recall those magic days when they belonged, or make them try harder next time.
So just call me Mrs Him, or Her Indoors or The Missus, and I'll get that warm glow that comes from being owned and therefore cherished, right? I mean we all know the real test of whether I have worth is not about what I do or who I am, but if I can get a man to invest in me long term, with engagement ring as non-refundable deposit, right?
Or we could bypass any possible irritation one way or another, and just ask.
Engineer's supposed to be coming tomorrow. Let's see what happens when they call.
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Date: 2007-01-25 04:13 am (UTC)My e-mail is alannadolen at yahoo.com
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Date: 2007-01-25 04:14 am (UTC)