On overcorrecting ms’s
and offering a dusty roses for the world to smell
Yup.
Yes.
Yup.
Yes.
Yup…
Ok. I’ve had enough. Go to the office Mr. Dalling.
Apparently Ms. Cupofsoup didn’t like how I spoke.
She was trying to correct my speech but thought I was mocking her.
Why dear reader, were so many of the women who were ‘Ms.’ when I was a young boy so suspicious that my actions were mockery?
I didn’t pick up on her subtle hints that I was speaking ‘incorrectly’
But I’ll always remember that moment.
There were so many moments like this growing up with well dressed lady teachers trying to hit me with subtle discipline while I was completely oblivious to their attempts.
It’s odd eh? All of these ‘Ms.’ ladies were passive aggressive, vicious, intolerable yeasty old gashes of humanity?
I ran into another much like Ms. Cupofsoup. It was at a park in Halifax
No dear, they’re a garden.
Garden?
Park?
Who gives a fuck?
Well dear reader, there are those who dominate by correcting speech.
And this lady?
This expensive looking clothes wearing lady?
She was the kind of twat who gets status th…
