As a young lady in the 1970's, I initiated a Course Correction of my own. I was working for the government as a civilian employee. When I won a prestigious award, the on-Post newspaper ran my photo and story. However, I was referred to as Mrs. John Jones and my first name was never mentioned. That was totally unacceptable to me and I called the Post newspaper office to complain. I was told that was their standard procedure regarding women because the officer's/military wives always insisted on being called Mrs. General this/Mrs. Colonel that. After discussion, a compromise was reached. The Post newspaper would continue with their standard practice for the military wives, but would make the change for female civilian employees to always use their first and last names. Makes me proud today that I had the courage to stand up for myself and all the women who followed.
One more reader here! I absolutely believe that at our worst times, life sends you rays of light. I'm currently on the mend of a broken heart. I was already a subscriber but didn't stop to read entirely despite the authors are like a warm but fresh breeze. I am so happy I stopped by. You made my time reading full of joy. I got to remember why reading is so important and full of personalities on display. I loved this edition and I will be definitely looking forward to read more. I even got to remember about how's to be in life when shown with a good character. Thank you so much. This was like a session of a classical concert in a few very heart-warming minutes.
♥ - hey, I'm here. Love your column--it's the reason I subscribe to the "LA Times" (sorry for the quotation marks, how does one italicize on a laptop?) from thousands of miles away. But that's all the time I have for a comment just now. As Choir Director, I am trying to rebrand myself today as a good Christian woman (I'm the late pastor's wife!) after telling my choir, as they struggled over our Easter anthems, that I wanted to "handle all the male parts during rehearsal." Is there hope for me to course-correct? They thought it was hilarious. After my diatribe about how bad the men sounded and giving my unintentionally dirty little speech about my plan of action while holding up the two pieces of music, one of the men in the choir said, "I don't have any of those." He was referring of course to the sheet music selections I was waving around, but I thought he meant he didn't have any male parts and I nearly fainted. Perhaps my course correction should be of the not-so-gentle variety.
I was a teenager when this movie came out, and longed so badly to have a boy love me as much as Hoffman loved Ross. I confess that I wasn't old enough to understand the ending. I was still young enough to believe in married, forever happy.
Amy, I try much enjoyed this posting. Though male (he, him, his), I am very much a feminist. I learned that from my mother, who verbally never missed a chance to say "equal pay for equal work." She was somewhat conflicted, though. She enjoyed being Mrs. Norcross.
"Male parts" brought a big laugh. From a church choir director at that. What fun words and the English language are.
As a young lady in the 1970's, I initiated a Course Correction of my own. I was working for the government as a civilian employee. When I won a prestigious award, the on-Post newspaper ran my photo and story. However, I was referred to as Mrs. John Jones and my first name was never mentioned. That was totally unacceptable to me and I called the Post newspaper office to complain. I was told that was their standard procedure regarding women because the officer's/military wives always insisted on being called Mrs. General this/Mrs. Colonel that. After discussion, a compromise was reached. The Post newspaper would continue with their standard practice for the military wives, but would make the change for female civilian employees to always use their first and last names. Makes me proud today that I had the courage to stand up for myself and all the women who followed.
One more reader here! I absolutely believe that at our worst times, life sends you rays of light. I'm currently on the mend of a broken heart. I was already a subscriber but didn't stop to read entirely despite the authors are like a warm but fresh breeze. I am so happy I stopped by. You made my time reading full of joy. I got to remember why reading is so important and full of personalities on display. I loved this edition and I will be definitely looking forward to read more. I even got to remember about how's to be in life when shown with a good character. Thank you so much. This was like a session of a classical concert in a few very heart-warming minutes.
♥ - hey, I'm here. Love your column--it's the reason I subscribe to the "LA Times" (sorry for the quotation marks, how does one italicize on a laptop?) from thousands of miles away. But that's all the time I have for a comment just now. As Choir Director, I am trying to rebrand myself today as a good Christian woman (I'm the late pastor's wife!) after telling my choir, as they struggled over our Easter anthems, that I wanted to "handle all the male parts during rehearsal." Is there hope for me to course-correct? They thought it was hilarious. After my diatribe about how bad the men sounded and giving my unintentionally dirty little speech about my plan of action while holding up the two pieces of music, one of the men in the choir said, "I don't have any of those." He was referring of course to the sheet music selections I was waving around, but I thought he meant he didn't have any male parts and I nearly fainted. Perhaps my course correction should be of the not-so-gentle variety.
Atchison, Kansas or BUST! What a wonderful trip that would be. Putting it on my bucket list.
As a lover of words, it is a joy to read the words of others who feel the same. The essays here are evidence of that. Please keep them coming.
I was a teenager when this movie came out, and longed so badly to have a boy love me as much as Hoffman loved Ross. I confess that I wasn't old enough to understand the ending. I was still young enough to believe in married, forever happy.
Amy, I try much enjoyed this posting. Though male (he, him, his), I am very much a feminist. I learned that from my mother, who verbally never missed a chance to say "equal pay for equal work." She was somewhat conflicted, though. She enjoyed being Mrs. Norcross.
"Male parts" brought a big laugh. From a church choir director at that. What fun words and the English language are.
Steve