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i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

indigosfindings

how do you pronounce the honourific "Ms." in english

"miss"

"miz"

other

unsure/see results

Voting ended onMay 21

mortalityplays

really good "shocking number of people are confidently objectively demonstrably completely wrong" poll

3liza

i am losing my fucking mind

avocado-moon

#we dont use honorifics in my first language so whenever i have to select options (usually for flights) im always so confused#like what is actually the difference between miss and ms#i like miss bc it sounds more historical and im a historian so

"Miss" means an unmarried woman. "Mrs." means a married woman. (both of these have origins in the word "mistress" as in "mistress of the house".)

"Ms." - prounounced MIZ, btw - is a third option popularized by gloria steinem in the 70s - mainly through her feminist magazine Ms. - which is meant to be a neutral term, usable for any and all women regardless of marital status (hence the soul destroying irony of the tags above). it gained wider general acceptance when geraldine ferraro, the first woman to be nominated as VP on a national major party ticket, started using it widely to avoid confusion, since she was married but used her maiden name professionally. eventually over the years it came into common use though i do think the brits are a little more critical of it than americans (as far as i'm aware lol)

avocado-moon

"obscure facts only a tumblr user would know" and it's one of the most influential institutions of second wave american feminism. PLEASE open the schools

onbearfeet

Hi. I'm an unmarried woman in her forties. I use Ms. and pronounce it "miz", though I don't correct people who accidentally use a soft S. I use Ms. because it's no one's business but my own whether I'm married, to a man or anyone else, and that's what Ms. means. It means fuck off, my marital status is irrelevant, just as it is for every man who uses Mr.

I've had people (usually children) ask me at work if I'm a missus or a miss. I have replied that I am a miz, full stop. And when they pressed for which one I was REALLY, I have replied, "Why? Are you going to treat me differently depending on whether there's a ring somewhere?"

That's what Ms. is for. That is its linguistic function. It says, "This is an adult woman," and nothing else. Nothing else is necessary, and in my case, nothing else is desired.

I also use miz for other women unless and until they express a preference for something else because I don't magically know everyone else's marital status when I meet them. That's a courtesy—I'm declining to assume marital status and allowing them to decide whether they wish to declare it.

Also, I've taught English and worked as an editor for twenty years. I am quite literally the grammar police. This use of Ms. is a standard construction. If you didn't learn it in school, someone failed you.

squeeful

“Obscure facts” Boo boo I was taught it in elementary school. One with a state standardized curriculum.

Ms. is marriage-neutral and it’s pronounced Miz. It is deliberately different from Miss.

Went out for a sammich last night and the place got real haunted

Nah but there was a strange power surge outage thing going on and it was just before we were set to pay so they just let us eat for free. We stayed to eat there just in case things went back to normal then I could pay (because I’m an honest lady ok!) but it never stopped so they just let us leave.

But now my tummy is paying for the hot peppers I had with mine and that’s not great. 😒

I’m on my second weekend of three in a row, of double wedding weekends. Tonight will be a fun millennial dance party for a sweet lesbian couple, tomorrow is the sister of a bride whose wedding i did a few years ago and their dad is the life of the party type, who has a strong affinity for Pitbull so that’ll be fun too. But lord I am already tired. And I actually got solid sleep last night bc husband took the spare bedroom.

Also dreamt that Pedro pascal was doing a meet and greet at the mall (what is this the 90s? I wish) but that I was too afraid to be assertive and had to get out of line to find a bathroom or something and missed my chance. I haven’t even watched the new Star Wars movie yet dammit!

The other night I had a dream about meeting Brendan Fraser on vacation and it was like dormitory or boarding school bunks so his bed was next to ours and that was weird. We did watch the Mummy and Mummy returns movies recently so that tracks.

Anyway happy weekend for those of you not working two 9-10 hour weddings in a row.

Oh and it’s raining today. Love that for loading in all my equipment. ☹️

scramratz

My least favorite new politically correct term is "unhoused." Like you can just tell it was created to make liberals feel less icky when talking about homeless people.

I was homeless. I was homeless as a child and as an adult. That shit sucks believe it or not.

The uncertainty. The ever-present grimy feeling from lack of access to running water. Having nothing to your name. The shame you feel is asking your fellow man for the bare minimum. Just so much shame, man.

"Unhoused" is so clinical. A technical term. Sure, its not incorrect, but it doesn't properly convey the emotional and psychological impact homelessness has on you.

You say "house", I think of a structure.

You say "home", I think of stability.

thememedaddy

amadeus773

..... 💢❗️

Hello from public transit on a super long city day

Got to see my college roommate/ honorary lil sibling for dinner though so that was good

forever70s

Olivia Newton-John with her dog (1970)

wanderingweatherwax

@digitaltendernesss I thought this was you scrolling.

digitaltendernesss

A high compliment! Thank you kindly 🥰🦊

Sometimes to fall asleep, husband and I put on binural beats or similar playlists. the one last night was some kind of lucid dream one and it had "wet dream" in the title (ha ha).

And i did have a dream. But it was about taking the puppy into the city with me. She is still small enough to fit into a large tote bag, so i had her in there so i could get on the CTA and whatnot (that’s the rule in Chicago, if the dog fits in a bag or carrier you can bring it. Not sure if official or unofficial but that’s what people do).

ok so in the dream, we are down by the chicago river, up on an elevated platform for catching the L, when i realize, oh i havent let her out of the bag recently to pee, let's go do that before boarding. i drop something while taking her out of the bag, set her down, and in a split second, she drops from the platform INTO THE RIVER (there is no real track platform where people can congregate that i know of that is in fact directly over the river where this could happen fyi).... so i'm panicking, leave my tote bag, and jump in after her. i manage to rescue her, but we have a tough time swimming to a place where i can get her and myself OUT of the river. we float til we find an area to do so, but then we're so far from where i left my bag. and suddenly its night time. and we are soaked and shivering. and i have no money to get on a bus or train or phone for navigation. so i just keep walking to try to find something that is open or someone who can help, on the general route back to where i left my bag. dream ends before i get there.

HOWS THAT FOR A WET DREAM HUH.

🌊🌊🌊

fungilover

So a race car driver named Kyle Busch died suddenly this past week and yesterday during dinner at home, I saw a commercial on tv for a law firm that he and his family star in…..

I can’t believe they aired it. Seems a bit insensitive to not pull the ad. Right?

Went to the memorial service for one of my great uncle’s this morning (my grandfather was the oldest of 5 boys, and this was his baby brother who passed) …and now I have to go DJ a wedding so I wasn’t able to attend the luncheon. Felt so awkward because it’s all my mom’s side and she’s not here with us. Some people remember me but it’s strange to have to keep saying “Jan’s daughter, no she passed last year”

I never like to do anything the morning of before a gig because it throws me off but this wedding is close enough where I was able to attend and not feel crazy rushed.

But I slept like shit last night and basically have been awake since 5am, and this wedding goes til midnight sooooo guess who is gonna try to spend most of tomorrow in bed?

#it’s me

Got invited to the cubs game tonight too but I’m exhausted already so I declined. The friend who invited me already has their ma, their gf, her ma, and another friend going so even though I wanna see my friend real bad they aren’t great at dividing their attention so I’d rather wait to see them when we can hang just us. I do have major fomo already though.

Meeting with potential/probable new boss for when I switch companies next year to talk through how to navigate things for lunch today. I left my other job early to get here early/on time. Aaaand….She’s running 30 minutes late so I’m sitting at a park til it’s less awkward to sit at the empty restaurant we are going to. 😆

Had a really nice date / final birthday celebration last night at the dinner and the show.

I changed purses before we left to something very small and managed to forget to take my drivers license!!!!! So we panicked about getting into the show (it was 21+) but the guy scolded me but let me slide so holy shit I was very lucky.

ESG was super good. They played exactly an hour. No encore but the singer lady can barely walk so once she was done she was done. Just glad we got in.

But then… Husband woke up at 4am with a massively low blood sugar. I’m talking like only a “6” according to the meter. I got him ginger ale and juice and got the emergency glucose nose spray ready. He was moaning. I almost had to call 911. Thankfully he stayed conscious and tested again and it came back up to 60… then 85… then 95. So we didn’t go to the hospital but man that was a close one. I stayed awake til probably 5 to make sure he was ok.

He had to work today but didn’t leave til 930 (should’ve left at 730 but needed recovery time and sleep). Now I gotta worry about him all day. 😔

Booked a reservation for Dearly Beloved, a fancy schmancy cocktail bar downtown that has an aesthetically pleasing yet Clockwork Orange vibe to it. Have husband two options and he said go with whatever you want most soooo I did.

Then we are seeing ESG at a queer/femme festival on the north side that my old radio station is sponsoring. So I’m guessing I’ll see some folks I know and haven’t seen in over a year.

Hard to choose an outfit that works for both but I maybe managed….

See what I mean?

Ever get Phytophotodermatitis for your birthday?

Aka margarita burn. Aka lime juice sunburn.

Cause I did.

Picture one was the day after the backyard bday bbq.

Picture two is just now.

It looks so fucking gross in person. Like an ugly blotchy rash. But it doesn’t itch. It just feels like the worst dang sun burn ever.

And so far it has barely faded and tomorrow will be 1 week.

And the stupid f’n (adorable) puppy (snapping turtle?) won’t stop biting our hands and every time she gets my right hand it’s so hard not to dropkick her to the moon! 😩

Husband was going to take me out to dinner tonight for our own bday celebration (ie without dad since he came along on actual bday and paid) but I guess he forgot because he texted saying he’s staying late at work to finish and won’t be home til 830. 😞

But that’s ok. We can go somewhere tomorrow in the city before the concert we have tickets to.

Also he did leave me a Milky Way dark on my nightstand bc it’s THAT time again already (yay perimenopause 😒 ) so I guess I won’t yell about this oversight.

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