Chicks

Poor Mumbles. He's probably sporting a small bruise on his arm, where I hit him the other day. But before you get the impression that I engage in random acts of violence, you should know the whole story. I hate, hate, hate it when people refer to women as chicks. Now granted, chicks - like these ones on the right- are really really cute. But seriously, come on. Women in no way resemble these things. In essence, to call a woman a chick is to equate us to what typically are young, undeveloped barnyard animals.

I've tried to explain this to Mumbles. Then, the other day, perhaps in an attempt to avoid my iron fist, he stopped short of calling a woman a chick. But, instead, he called a woman a "honey." Now, why referring to women as a product of a bee is better than referring to women a barnyard animal is beyond me. I banned him from calling women that too. But apparently I've been less than clear in my distaste for those terms, because yesterday he resorted back to "chick," resulting in the bruise on his arm. Sorry 'bout that, Mumbles.

Is it so hard just to use the phrase "women"?? I suggested that, if he must, he could come up with a whole new term to refer to us. I recommended Joans of Arc. I'll keep you posted on what he manages to come up with....or how many more bruises he insists on collecting.