Take your ‘hon’ and shove it
My husband gets “sir.” I get “sweetie.” A field guide to the condescension nobody admits is condescension. Pet names from strangers aren’t sweet. They’re a reminder that you’ve been clocked as old. I’m in line […]
My husband gets “sir.” I get “sweetie.” A field guide to the condescension nobody admits is condescension. Pet names from strangers aren’t sweet. They’re a reminder that you’ve been clocked as old. I’m in line […]