I confess that I almost killed the poor guy at the grocery store today for calling me Ma'am. I just wanted to shout, "Hey, grocery store man...DON'T CALL ME MA'AM!"
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No really, DON'T. (Dirty glare.) I think the only time I've hated something worse is when a man I adored and saw on a regular basis (I'll add that he was just a few years older than me) used to call me "Kid." I was not a kid then and I AM NOT A MA'AM NOW! I am young and vibrant and just because I have a few children does NOT mean I fit into the category of a ma'am. Let me show you why being called these names bother me so much:
Ma'am:
Old Lady.
Mother of twenty.
Completely frazzled.
Bags under her eyes and nurses shoes.
Says things like "Sonny" or "Here's a nickel for your trouble."
Kid:
Kid:
Someone you will never have any romantic interest in.
A girl you don't think has curves or is good-looking in any way.
Someone you don't see as an equal.
A girl that couldn't possibly have an opinion or point of view that matters because even if she did, she's too young for it to count.
See? I may be irrational. I may even be ridiculous. But I am NOT a Ma'am.
