I’ve written before about the problems some of us are having with a language that’s as sexist as old.
That issue returns to mind after a few recent events, the latest being a journey to the grocery store that occurred less than one hour ago.
As I was cruising the aisles of the food store looking for various items, I noticed a homosexual woman dressed as a man, doing just what I was doing — looking for things and selecting some.
We wound up in the check-out line in sequence — I, right before her.
I emptied my basket, putting the few items I selected onto some bacteria-infested conveyer belt. Then I turned to put the basket where baskets go, but the woman-as-man behind me was in the way, busy on the phone, and not paying attention.
I caught her eye, and said “Excuse me dear.”
Now, I don’t know what she heard, but it certainly wasn’t the polite, respectful request I issued.
Based on her reaction to my request, she heard something more along the lines of, “You stupid bitch. Get out of my way!”
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The Mrs. is in the hospital. That’s where I was all morning, and I would have spent all day there, but you know how it is — the bills must be paid! And god forbid AT&T should ever have to suffer along without me and my tiny contributions to its political contributions. (Another story, I’m sure.)
The Mrs. is getting a regular stream of visitors in the hospital. They all work for the hospital and they all have different roles to play; they’re all very polite and they all need information and they all say, “we’re here to provide it,” as well.
Those visitors are women. And they all have this peculiar way of greeting the Mrs.
They all greet her first as if she were still in high school. “Well, you must be Miss Thorne,” they say when they first meet her.
They can easily see she’s a mature woman, not a school girl. They can see she’s married, and “that’s her husband.”
Still, they address her like she was Little Miss Sunshine.
And here’s my speculation — they believe it’s polite to call Mrs. Thorne Miss Thorne.
They’re wrong. Very wrong.
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Here’s my solution to the linguistic woes of having different titles for men and for women — refer to everyone as him. Get rid of she and her; rely on he and him. Apply masculine pronouns equally to all. Treat men and women alike.
Why not?
I’m sure the woman-as-man in the check-out line in the grocery store would be happier if I treated her — spoke to her — as if she were something she isn’t — a man.
More . . . later . . . including a new unisex, unitense, unipurpose pronoun for all — men and women alike.
Here it is: *HE*
It can be used in place of she, her, their and all sorts of problematic pronouns.


Bryan Garner, perhaps best known for his series of interviews with the Supreme Court justices about legal writing, conducts a variety of highly regarded seminars about legal writing.
It’s now the season in which I find myself watching sports on Saturdays and Sundays. No, not basketball. That’s a game (in which grown men get paid gazillions for doing what neighborhood kids regularly do for free).


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