Posted on 09/01/2006 9:25:13 AM PDT by pissant
There is a four-letter word, deriving from the French, that is, quite possibly, the most offensive word known to womankind. And it was used on me just last night. The exact quote was Can I see your license and proof of insurance, maam? I was maam-ed. Not to be confused with maimed, there was no slashing involved, but in that tiny part of the brain where a womans insecurities lie most of us would rather be maimed than maam-ed.
Being maam-ed is tantamount to having our self-esteem maimed. A woman can be dressed to the nines in Dior with Harry Winston diamonds and strappy sandals by Leboutin, hair by a single monikered God of tresses and makeup by the angel Kevin Aucoin on special leave from Heaven, she can be her thinnest ever (skinny enough to fit into her high-school jeans), Botoxed and Restylaned within an inch of her life, essentially looking like Aishwaryas prettier, younger sister and all it takes is one word to destroy the sex-goddess image and make her feel old. Thats the power of maam.
Who knew that one little word could have so much power, but it can. It has to come from the right source, though. It doesnt work when its the 15-year-old bag boy asking you if you want paper or plastic. To him, everyone out of high school is ancient enough to be maam-ed. It also doesnt count when it is coming from any make-up counter personnel; they have all undergone elite training programs to pinpoint the exact moment in the makeup consultation when you are feeling the most vulnerable, and then they hit you with the maam. This maneuver brings your self-esteem to the lowest point ever, thereby making you willing to buy anything they throw at you as they have just succeeded in making you feel about as attractive as John Merrick. Most women fall for it and wake up the next day released from the spell of the maam and the fluorescent lights and return all their bounty, smug in the reassurance that they caused the maam-wielding hussy at the makeup counter to lose her huge commission.
I have become invincible to the powers of the makeup counter sales-associate ever since one informed me, at the ripe old age of 17, that I have a few wrinkles along your brow line, maam, and that they sold an amazing cream that could take care of those for only $260.
The wrinkles to which she was referring in actuality was a single scar that runs through my left eyebrow, causing me to have a Vanilla Ice-like gap in it if I am not extremely careful with the tweezers. Needless to say, I pointed out that I had had that wrinkle ever since I was 3 years old and, graceful being that I am, managed to get myself whacked in the forehead with a wooden swing seat. I did, however, manage to leave the scene with quite a few free samples thanks to her little faux pas including one of the amazing cream and it did actually work wonders, just not on my scar.
My last run-in with the M-word did not have the same effect on me. It did not leave me unscathed. I was actually a little affected by it. No police officer has ever used the maam on me. Ive always gotten the miss. I get pulled over quite frequently due to burnt out headlights (daytime running lights are evil), but I always get miss-ed, not maam-ed. The whole fiasco was compounded by the fact that the police officer was only about two years my junior and maam-ing me left and right. Once they start they never stop. Were you aware your headlight was out, maam? Im just going to run your license, maam. Where were you coming from, maam? Have a safe night, maam.
The worst part about being maam-ed is that in most cases maam-ers dont know they are causing offence, so you cannot attempt to correct them without seeming like some crazy old bat. The issue with maam is that there lies a great difference between the words denotation and its connotation. The word denotes respect. The connotation however is something much greater. It connotes respect as well, but truthfully no woman wants to feel that she is old enough to garner that much respect. Most women hear the word maam and it conjures up images of the ancient spinster lady in the neighborhood who would yell at children from her porch for doing things like whispering too loud. No one wants to be thought of as that lady. Maam is an abbreviation for madam and nobody wants to be thought of as some campy queens crabby old hand puppet. I just dont know too many women who would pick Wayland Flowers as their gay best friend.
The whole thing reminds me of a movie I once saw in which the aging actress goes to Paris for her last chance at reviving her career.
Throughout the film waiters, bellhops and even her leading man refer to her as madam. Her only response is to scream moiselle at them until they get the picture.
So what can we as women do to combat the maam? Short of screaming miss at an individual every time she addresses you in such an unpleasant manner, there isnt much we can do. We simply have to get the word out that no one likes the M-word, but there will always be the snips that use it simply because they know we think of it as an insult.
We have to look deeper and remember that there are plenty of people out there who would never think of us as a maam. Remember the young guard who carded you at the casino (he apparently thought you were under 18). And the girl at Noahs Ark who referred to you and your friends as girls (not ladies) just before she sent you plummeting towards your demise.
But mostly its just a simple matter of fact that youre only as old as you feel or in this case as old as you let someone make you feel, and as far as Im concerned no one has that kind of control over my emotions. So stay strong; when all else fails remember that sweet young man in line at the grocery store who was totally checking you out. You dont even have to flirt back; just remain smug in the fact that you still got it.
Oddly enough, I find "sweetheart" isn't received very well, either. Maybe it's the dripping sarcasm?
Babe is poorly received too. What is the world coming too?
They are called liberals.
Who'da thunk?
Another poster told me you use the ol' standby "Hey.............tuna........."
Try calling one the "C" word and telling her that some flaky womens' studies professor said that it's a term of endearment....
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Well this was published in MN.
Ma'am is a Southern thing. Heck, I "Ma'am" the teenage checkout girl at the grocery store by habit.
Tuna? Is that Chicken of the Sea?
Our society is neck-deep in F-bombs and beeyotches and this woman is upset over ma'am?
Just try the old standby of opening the doors for the gals, and pinching their tush as they go thru.
LOL.
Unless they are underage trying to buy beer. ;o)
I call females that I don't know "Hon" all the time, but that is just the Baltimore in me.
apparently.
In general, American women are spoiled rotten. It will be fun to watch this develop over time. Yesterday there was a thread on the soon to be build "National Women's Hall of Fame".
hehehe
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