During a five-hour shift at work, I’m called a pet name an average of once per hour. You know, honey, sweetie, darlin’, girl.
As a person with a sense of humor, it makes me laugh. But for the same reason, as a woman, it offends me. In the year 2007, how can a 40+ year old man think he can get away with referring to a young lady as “puddin’,” or a group of them as “girls”? I find it amusing and offensive because they’re making all sorts of snap judgments. Or, perhaps it’s the lack of thought that’s put into it that bothers me. I’m not twenty, single, and desperate for the attention of a man.
I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react to it. I don’t, but am I supposed to giggle, blush, titter?
Part of me understands that it’s a term of endearment. When men do this, they’re trying to be flattering or nice and use a feminine term to talk to a female whose name they don’t know. Rather than try to learn our names, however, some guys just continue to do it, so it seems lazy to me.
I haven’t been hit on by a decent dude in a really long time, but I’m not going to supplement my lack of extracurricular romance (you know, just some person flirting with you; I’m not talking about adultery or anything) by accepting these sorts of statements as a flattering form of attention a man can give to a woman.
Of course, the argument could be made that I’m putting way too much thought into it.