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HUMOROUS ARTICLES
SCOTT
TREVOR
proves he holds
nothing against feminine assets!
JOHN BERGER, in his classic work "Ways of
Seeing", makes out an excellent case for society regarding men as the
'lookers' and women as the being looked at 1. I doubt that many
people would need to read the book to come to the same conclusion.
All around us we see positive proof of its truth. This is the gist of
what Berger says in chapter three of his book:
'A woman's presence expresses
her own attitude to herself. Her presence is manifest in her
gestures, voice, opinions, expressions, clothes, chosen surroundings,
taste etc.
'To be born a woman has been to be born,
within an allotted and confined space, into the keeping of men. The
social presence of women has developed as a result of their ingenuity
in living under such tutelage within such a limited space. But this
has been at the cost of a woman's self being split into two. A woman
must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied
by her own image of herself.
'She has to survey everything she is and
everything she does because how she appears to others, and ultimately
how she appears to men, is of crucial importance for what is normally
thought of as the success of her life.
'Men survey women before treating them.
Consequently how a woman appears to a man can determine how she will
be treated. To acquire some control over this process, women must
contain it and interiorise it. That part of a woman's self which is
the surveyor treats the part which is the surveyed so as to
demonstrate to others how her whole self would like to be treatedSť
Every one of her actions &endash; whatever its direct purpose or
motivation &endash; is also read as an indication of how she would
like to be treated.
'One might simplify this by saying: men act
and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being
looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and
women but also the relation of women to themselves. One only has to
watch the opening credits of Baywatch to notice that the girls are
portrayed as looking, in sultry fashion, at the viewer, whereas the
men are portrayed as doing something.
The surveyor of woman in herself is male:
the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object, and most
particularly an object of vision: a sight.'
The fact that women spend three times as
much as men on their clothes and have three times as many clothes
shops to visit as men have also lends considerable support to this
idea.
Despite the fact that a few media people
(probably in receipt of 'backhanders' from the cosmetics industry)
try hard to convince us that men are now into make-up, if you ever
come across the rare sight of a man wearing any you can be certain
he'll be getting some rather queer looks from both men and
women.
I remember the late Princess Di, some years ago,
going on holiday with a few women friends and without Prince Charles,
commenting in the press that it was such a nice holiday because as
there were no men present she did not have to wear make-up or dress
smartly.
A few months ago, George McCaulay was taking
part in a panel phone-in programme on radio. A staunch feminist who
was also on the panel was at pains to explain that women only dress
to please themselves, not to please men. This is, of course, just a
regular part of the feminist philosophy (and equally as flawed as the
rest!) but most women fail to go along with it. The late Andrea Dworkin was one
who did, but how many normal women want to look that repulsive
either to other women or to men? To see a picture of her, in a hilarious article on the Suffragents site, click on the following URL (you will see the title at the top of the page, or scroll down): http://suffragents.freehostia.com/articles%20file/feminism.html
On many occasions when I have called to see
a woman friend in her home, unannounced, the first thing she has done
is to apologise for her appearance; not that it worried me at all,
but if she dressed to please herself, why wasn't she dressed smartly
at home? It wasn't as though she had been cooking or cleaning.
If any of our women readers are tempted to
mutter 'chauvinist!' with regard to the comments of John Berger, let's
turn to a couple of rabid feminists and see what they have to say on
the matter.
In Mark Harrington's review of the book
'Heterosexuality a Feminism and Psychology Reader' in the Male View magazine of
April/June 1994 he quotes the words of two joint authors, Rosalind
Gill and Rebecca Walker:
'Being feminist does not mean that we are
immune from wanting to feel attractive and needing to be told this by
partners. To live with a man who believes that to say anything about
our appearance would be sexist is to live feeling afraid and
unconfident and to hunger for someone to tell us that we are
attractive to them.1
I think the use of the word 'hunger' there
puts these writers absolutely in line with the sentiments of John
Berger.
Plastic surgery and anorexia are the
horrific manifestations of this 'being looked at' picture but perhaps
you will excuse me from going into the details of what many thousands
of women suffer in the pursuit of 'looking good'. If you've seen some
of those liposuction and implant operations on TV, you'll know
exactly what I mean.
But let's look at a few very sensible
comments on women's bodies and dress which have appeared in the press. Minette Marrin, writing in the 'Sunday Telegraph' said:
'There was a great deal of fuss last week
about the Princess of Wales's bosom, and when to expose it. But it
seems to me that this is one of the few things in life that are
entirely simple. We are what we wear, or to be more precise, other
people are entitled to think we are what we wear, because we choose
our clothes and orchestrate our appearance. And our clothes give out
clear messages, which is why we devote so much attention to
them.
'I have no idea of what the Princess of
Wales wants to convey. But if you wear clothes with a message
intended only for a private occasion - such as a bosomy dress - it is
a mistake to give out the same signal in public. I let my young
daughter dress up like jail-bait for private parties, but never in
public. On the street or on public transport, she and her friends
have to cover up their crop tops and their micro-skirts completely;
otherwise they will be clearly inviting the sexual interest of
strangers. It is absolutely frivolous to think otherwise.'
Obviously a lady who is ratifying the
sentiments of John Berger!
Another Telegraph writer, Hugo Gurdon, had
this to say on the matter:
'One did not have to turn to the tabloid
papers this week to find bosoms jutting eyeward for attention. Even
in broadsheet havens of piety, they accompanied debate sparked by a
prosecutor who said, sensibly, that women cannot object if they are
photographed in public. When was the last time you sought permission
to snap an interesting sight? A woman wearing clothes designed to
attract attention can hardly complain if she. . . well . . . attracts
attention. Result: an avalanche of cant.
'Glenda Jackson is reported approvingly,
saying: "A woman has the right to wear whatever she likes. The idea
that clothes mean she has abdicated her rights to protection is
absurd." It would be, but there is no such suggestion. The point is
that sexy clothes don't confer a portable right of privacy which
women carry with them on the street. In any case women want their
décollage admired and men are happy to oblige. Summer brings
forth cleavages not because that's the only way to keep cool but
because warm weather facilitates the desire, shared by many women, to
show more.
'Revealed flesh adds buoyancy to the
sunshine. A plunging neckline is a window through which we are
invited to gaze.
'Designers seek to create sexy designs,
fashion editors deem them sexy, and women buy them to be sexy - that
is, to attract sexual attention. Women are cantilevered and men are
delighted. How many people voted for Glenda Jackson? A measly 19,193.
How many women voted for Wonderbras? Millions. Why? because they
becko - 3Hello Boys2 in wire and lace. Imagine: a woman projects her
breasts into the world, and men ignore her? No. We give her her due.
We admire. We ogle. Else she may fairly demand: "What's a girl got to
do around here to get a little attention?"'
And our last quote comes from a gentleman
who has seen much of life at all levels and speaks with much common
sense and a sense of humour. His Honour Judge James Pickles in his
book "Judge for Yourself" says:
'I was walking along a London street behind
two young men when a bra-less young woman came bobbling and bouncing
towards us. As they passed her, both men did an eyes-right and there
was a look of smug satisfaction on the young woman's face. Was that
her object, or was she bra-less for sartorial comfort? Both,
probably. I do not condemn bra-less females; they add to life's
enjoyment. Female attire is based on sexual attractiveness. It is
part of the sex game that runs through all life. Without it there
would be no life. With it, life is continuously uplifting . .
.
'I have never said that a bra-less woman
deserves to be raped. But by her dress and manner she may in some
situations give or appear to give signals that are open to
misinterpretation. If she seems to want sex but does not, a man who
tries to grab it from her cannot be excused - but she must share the
blame.
One woman told me she hated Page Three as
she had had a mastectomy. This is the key to female condemnation of
nude photographs. Those girls have better, more exciting breasts than
theirs, and so should be covered up or their depiction even banned by
law. Their men may see them and compare. Women are reminded of their
own inadequacies in the eyes of men as they daily catch sight of the
pin-ups and feel insecure.'
In issue three of Male View magazine, back in 1993, I
wrote a piece entitled 'Why Are Women Losing Their Femininity?' In
three short years, as feminism has waned, how things have changed!
Now, it seems to be the aim of many young women and girls to wear as
little as possible from the waist up, and, quite often, from the
waist down too. I have frequently seen bare midriffs on show when I
have been dressed in an overcoat. How they must suffer in their
efforts to attract! They really must really ache for the attention of
men.
Over the same period I have also noticed a
similar abandonment of the cover-up in the Australian soaps on TV.
Whether it is an attempt to revive their flagging ratings, I don't
know, but whereas in the early nineties a character in Neighbours
declared it 'disgusting' to photograph a girl in a bikini to
advertise a hotel, now they are often seen both at home and in public
sporting some very brief bikinis, some very skimpy nightwear and
dresses brief to the point of being offhand!
Another very noticeable trend during this
time has been the ever increasing number of advertisements for
women's sexy lingerie. Such advertisements have always appeared in
the tabloids but now they are also appearing regularly and in large
numbers in the quality press. Advertisers only advertise regularly
when their products sell regularly.
'The Sun' Page Three girls some years ago
celebrated their twenty-fifth anniversary which seems to indicate
that there is a never ending stream of young babes willing to bare
their assets for the lads (in the very best of taste of course). And
what The Sun started, has been increasingly followed by the other
tabloids. As one of my young male colleagues recently commented: 'We
don't take it seriously. It1s just a bit of a laugh for the boys!'
And today, on the internet, there are hundreds of thousands of young women - and quite a few optimistic older ones - from all nations baring everything, even to the extent of shaving their pubic hair and posing in very revealing poses, in order to attract the male gaze. It was ever thus, and, despite the efforts of feminists to arrange it otherwise, it will long continue.
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How
to Train a Woman to Care - for the Car
You always thought this an impossible
task?
So did we until we read these
useful guidelines
by STEVE
WRIGHT
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SEVERAL
YEARS AGO when I had to travel seven miles
to work every morning, I was in the habit of giving a lift to a young
colleague, an Irish woman, who generally walked the last mile and a
half of my journey. She was always very grateful and, as I refused
any monetary thanks she, from time to time, gave me small gifts as
an expression of her gratitude.
We often had interesting chats after I had picked
her up, and one morning she announced that she was thinking of buying
a car. She asked me for advice about which cars were reliable and what
I thought she should buy. At the time I had a Nissan which was proving
very expensive to run and maintain as I had to have a new exhaust fitted
every two years, and Nissan spares were rather pricey. So I put her
off those.
A few days later when I picked her up she got
into the car in a fair state of excitement.'I've bought a car!' she
announced.
'Oh, good,' I replied. 'What sort is it?'
'A green one,' she said.
I paused. 'Yes, but what make of
car?'
'Oh, I don't know, but I liked the colour,' she
replied.
More recently, an even younger woman of my acquaintance
wanted to exchange her battered saloon for something better. She told
me that she knew some friends who were good at 'car things' so I awaited
her new purchase with interest. When I saw it I could hardly believe
my eyes. She had bought a small transit van! When I looked inside I
wondered whether at one time it might have been used as a car bomb
by the IRA. I asked her to start it up. After several abortive attempts,
there was a roar and clouds of blue smoke shot out of the exhaust.
I told her I was sure it would use more oil than petrol and asked her
where she bought it.
'From a friend,' she replied. I said nothing further
but thought that, with friends like that, who needs enemies?
Now there
isn't much you can do to help a casual female acquaintance with the
buying of a car. Unfortunately they have to learn the hard way. After
car number five they begin to get the idea!
But if you have a significant other half, please
go with her when she buys a car. And remember, it is a good idea to
get her to buy her own. Most women just about know where to put the
petrol in a car and if she has to buy her own it will save you a lot
of money. So that is rule number one. Make her buy her own car. The
other rules are more complex.
You've probable heard about the lady driver who
owned a Volkswagen who thought she had a spare engine in her boot?
Well, this is about the sum total of a woman's knowledge of what goes
on under the bonnet of a car. To most of them it is a closed book.
So women have to be trained! It's difficult, but they are trainable
just like a good dog. Methods similar to dog training are therefore
required: firmness with rewards and punishments.
It is truly amazing how many women
who buy a new car and never even look at the handbook, so be sure to
make her read
this right through from cover to cover. Tell her you are going to give
her a test in two weeks' time and that you will expect her to know,
at least in theory, how to check oil and water levels, tyre pressures
etc and the host of everyday things you have to know about a car.
On the day of the test be firm
and insist on her using the proper terms when describing parts of the
car. 'Those funny
little lumpy bits on the tyres' will not do for the 'tread' for instance,
nor will the pipe thing sticking out the back suffice for the 'exhaust'.
If you consider she has a fair
knowledge of the handbook at the end of the test then you can reward
her by giving her a chocolate
or allowing her to watch Eastenders.
Next, you will have to inform her about the practical
test. Make sure she is sitting down when you tell her this, as women
are apt to go limp at the prospect. Start with a general tour under
the bonnet and explain in general how the engine works. Be firm! Do
not let her wear gloves while she is taking out plugs and pouring in
oil. Inform her that from now on in, long nails are not realistic.
Having now made some vague connection between
what she does with the gear lever and pedals and what goes on under
the bonnet she will be feeling quite pleased with herself. Pat her
on the head and congratulate her. This is necessary for the next step
- changing a wheel! Women think this is 'a man's job'. If she dares
to infer anything of the kind you must, quite naturally, talk to her
about stereotyping and the evils of being sexist.
Show her where the spare wheel
is kept and let her get it out. Because of the weight, she will probably
ask whether
it is still screwed down even after she has removed the anchor bolt.
Assure her that it is not and that taking a wheel in and out of the
boot will do wonders to develop her bust line and make the plastic
surgery
she has been talking about quite unnecessary.
If you are feeling kindly disposed you could unhook
the car jack and put it in her dainty little hands with the command,
'Now get the wheel off!' Some women have been known to try to do this
with the jack attached to the exhaust pipe, so just remind her of the
advice in the manual. In the end you will probably have to show her
where the jacking point is and you might well be advised to ram it
right in just in case she takes off a finger whilst jacking.
She will then jack up the car, albeit with much
puffing and panting, and, having lost the odd nail or two whilst removing
the wheel trim she will be confronted by the wheel bolts. Panic! How
to get them off? After she has spent anxious minutes tugging at the
silly little spanner which is intended to remove the nuts, you will
be kind and introduce her to the long metal sleeve which makes the
job so much easier. Remarks about the joys of equality between men
and women are appropriate at this point.
This is where she discovers that,
when she tries to loosen the nuts, the wheel spins around, stopping
her doing so. Don't
worry about the swear words she utters under her breath. It's a good
lesson learned. She will then have to lower the wheel to the ground
again, then loosen the nuts. This is good practice at jacking up the
car a second time.
Eventually, and with great triumph she will have
removed the wheel. (More remarks about bust development help here!)
The spare wheel will be put on and the car lowered once more. It is
at this juncture that she will notice that the spare tyre is almost
as flat as the original punctured wheel and her greasy, tear-stained
face will look helplessly in your direction. But don't give in; merely
indicate where the foot-pump is kept.
Suggest about a hundred pumps for starters and,
while she is changing from one tired leg to the other you can make
cheerful remarks about it doing wonders to get her legs into better
shape. Suggest that, after this she will even look good in a mini-skirt.

At this point in the proceedings it is a good
idea to let her rest while you ask, 'How long does it take a woman
to change a car wheel?' While she is thinking back to the time when
she set out on this long haul, you can quickly slip in the answer,
'Don't know. It's never been done.' You really must excuse her if she
doesn't laugh too heartily at this.
When she eventually straightens up and her knees
stop clicking you can put your arm around her and say she deserves
a kiss. Women love ego-boosting moments like this.
Casually look at your watch and work out the hours
spent on the job before saying 'Normally, it should take about 15 minutes',
by which time her self esteem, carwise, will be approaching zero. So
cheer her up and say, 'Now all we have to do is repair the puncture'.
Try not to let her tear at her hair for too long.
She has very greasy, dirty hands, and you know how long women take
to wash their hair. Tell her you were only joking and that you will
take the wheel along to the garage where a skilled man will repair
it in just ten minutes. Tell her that if she can get cleaned up in
time you might take her out for the evening, if she's lucky. A little
reward after her struggles will make her try harder next time.
Wait a day or two before introducing the matter
of the oil change. Don't forget to come out with the spine chilling
words, 'If I can get on my back under the car I'm sure little you can'.
It will be at this point that the little woman
will want to talk turkey. She'll want a deal. With any luck you will
be able to get her to volunteer to clean the inside and outside of
the car as long as you look after the punctures and the under-the-bonnet
bits. A little firm negotiating here and you will have a significant
other half trained and willing in the art of looking after, not only
her car, but yours also.
It was George Meredith who said, 'I
expect that Woman will be the last thing to be civilised by Man.' Having successfully
trained your woman in the gentle art of car-loving you can now rest
on your laurels content in the knowledge that you have brought at least
one woman a little further along the road to civilization. |
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NAGGING!
STAN SHERMAN
investigates

LAVATORY seat up or down? A deep-seated cause for nagging.
According to our ladies we men leave the seat in the most convenient
position for us. They, of course, leave it in the right position -
that is for their convenience (ouch!). Yet, if you look into it
(after flushing) I bet your lavatory has a seat and a cover, giving
three positions: both up, both down, and one up with one down. The
chances are that your wife doesn't put the cover down, but that you
don't nag her because of it.
Nagging seems to involve a sex-linked hereditary factor, being
handed down from mother to daughter. But there is also a learning
factor when the daughter sees the power wielded by the nagger. Father
and brother are broken down by unrelenting words. An initial
reluctance to even respond in kind to some perhaps quite trivial
matter generates a defeat. Anything out of (mum's) routine is ground
out of existence. Any independent action (male, naturally) is
ruthlessly talked down. No wonder so many teen-age boys feel so
guilty and commit suicide.
Do men nag? I know of cases where unreasonable behaviour was
tolerated for just so long and then the male victim sought the most
sympathetic and sensitive way to broach the subject for the first
time whereupon he was immediately accused of nagging. Presumably,
women don't want one of their most effective weapons in the hands (or
mouths, rather) of men. I don't personally know of any man who is a
nagger, but I know of precious few women who aren't.
Am I unfair? I have never heard of any research on the subject,
which, in view of its importance in moulding us, is surprising. Any
suggestions for some real research before female sociologists get
their (false) teeth into the subject?
REVENGE OF THE COLD SEAT!
A certain married man who got thoroughly fed up with his wife's constant nagging about leaving the toilet seat up decided that he must put an end to it once and for all. He waited until the really cold weather arrived and then completely removed both the seat and the cover. He hid them under the spare tyre in his car boot. Despite his wife's protestations and pleas he did not return them for a whole month. As he remarked to a friend, 'If I told her where they were, she wouldn't know how to get at them and she certainly would not be able to re-fit them.'
When he did eventually relent, the nagging stopped abruptly.
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THE phone rings. You answer it and find it's your colleague,
Rita, who is ringing to confirm arrangements for the firm's annual
medical conference.
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'Thanks for ringing, Rita. How did the
accommodation arrangements go?'
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'Fine, Mark. Just fine. I can manage to
put up Dr Prescott and Sam at my place and my next door neighbour
can accommodate the midwife.'
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'Great stuff, Rita. I hope it all works
out well.'
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'Oh, I'm sure it will. Mind you, it's a
bit of a push, but my family are willing to squeeze up a bit and
the other Doctor, Michael Graves, is quite willing to share his
room with Dr Prescott . . .'
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'What?' I don't think that's such a good
idea. Her husband might not approve.'
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'Oh. heck, Mark! She's a woman? Oh, well, perhaps my other next door neighbour will help out. Anyway, I've arranged for her son, Sam, to share a bunk bed with my son, John.'
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'Hold it again, Rita. We have another
problem. Sam's a girl.'
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'Oh, sh.. blow! That means I'll have to
be extra nice to my sister across the road.
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'Sorry you've been messed about, Rita,
but you say everything is OK for the midwife?'
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'Oh, no difficulty there, I've booked
her in with Miss Strangeways, next door.'
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'But, Rita . . . sorry about this . . .
the midwife's a man.'
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'A man! How the hell can a midwife be a
man? Surely he should at least be a midhusband! Look here, Mark,
this is the last time I take this job on.'
This little scenario gives a brief glimpse of the parlous state of
our English language at the present time.
We all know that standards are falling in our schools, so much so
that some of them have had to be closed down, while others have had a
team of experts imported to try to improve things. But nowhere are
standards falling quite so badly as in the study of English. Don't
take my word for this; just read a few newspapers and magazines from
any newstand you come across, or view a few hours of TV fare, and
listen to the ersatz English being thrown out.
My main complaint is that today's English is so sloppy and
negative. That incisive quality of written English by men like
Shakespeare, Milton and Dickens is, with few exceptions, almost
totally lost today. Those writers created sharp, memorable pictures
with their words; they left us in no doubt as to what they meant. One
line from John Milton's Samson Agonistes comes to mind
Eyeless, in Gaza, at the mill, with slaves.
What consummate skill to be able to draw such a vivid picture in just eight words. We are left in no doubt whatsoever as to Milton's meaning; we hear what he means; we see what he means.
Now please don't think that I am advocating some sort of stuffy,
pedantic English which must strictly conform in grammar and syntax to
rules set in concrete which, like the law of the Medes and Persians,
'altereth not'.
I believe that a certain amount of elasticity in the application
of grammatical rules is often a good thing and can add to a verbal
picture. I suppose many of us were told in school that we should not
end a sentence with a preposition. This is a good rule of thumb, but
I am reminded of the words of Sir Winston Churchill concerning this:
'It is the sort of English up with which we will not put.'
Touché!
The split infinitive is also a matter of contention but it can be
'used to, very often, add emphasis'.
No, what I am appealing for is positive English in the area mainly
of vocabulary, which is in such a parlous state at the present time
that it just about matches our national sense of dress: sloppy and
meaningless!
One group which has been busy insidiously churning out meaningless
English over the last decade is the politically 'correct' lobby,
aided and abetted by editors, scriptwriters and presenters who, as
alleged professionals, should know better.
Indeed, some words have become so flaccid in their meanings that
they can be used anyhow because they mean nothing. One word which
falls into this category and which is constantly being thrown around
on TV these days is the word 'guy'. In the UK this refers to a man,
the musical Guys and Dolls (happily now enjoying a revival) is
witness to this.
However, in the USA and Australia I have recently heard it applied
to both males and females. Now, let us suppose that in these two
countries the word really does apply to both. Then why does one
female character in a certain Australian 'soap', when talking to
another woman, come out with the line: 'The things we do for guys!'
Was she talking about men or women? Did she mean, 'The things we do
for men!' or 'The things we do for women!'? Or both?
On another occasion, the same character says, 'You can tell guys have been living in this house!' What guys? Why doesn't she say what she is thinking? You see what I mean by sloppy and meaningless English?
In a Michael Palin programme on TV he met a Japanese lady and we were introduced to her at some length. She showed him around town, and when she left (rather abruptly it seemed) he said that he had taken leave of 'his host'. Now unless she was some sort of oriental Danny la Rue, a host is the one thing she just could not have been. Sloppy, negative English, Mr Palin! Was it this sort of English which made the lady leave so abruptly? It can cause problems.
And can anyone tell me why actresses sometimes refer to themselves as 'actors'? I have never known one of them receive an Oscar for the best actor. Why use a word which, quite clearly, does not apply and which can be misleading?
There are other examples where two or three words have to be used
simply because the speaker of writer does not use the one positive
word which should be used; such things as 'lady director' instead of
'directrix', 'lady patron' instead of 'patroness' and so on.
Let's be positive, let's define: not 'cabin crew member' (there's
no picture here) but 'air host' or 'air hostess'. We then get the
picture.
There are some areas where words which have sufficed in the past no longer do so, and call for either new vocabulary or for the use of words which have fallen into disuse e.g. 'doctress' defined in the O.E.D. as 'a female doctor'. Why on earth don't we use it instead of the silly 'lady doctor'? We don't even know whether she is a lady!
Male and female nurses can be something of a minefield. How about
'nurse' and 'nur' rather along the lines of 'masseur' and 'masseuse'?
In the Church the use of 'priestess' should be mandatory. Quite a
number of people now carry with them cards asking that when they die
they should be attended by a male priest. It isn't right to confuse
the dying!
Another common area of sloppiness one comes across these days is in the non-agreement of nouns, verbs and adjectives. Did we not have this drummed into us in school? It's important. Let's do it. A common failing today is to say something like 'Each scholar must take their books with them.' Wrong! Each, their and them do not agree. The customary default is to use the masculine: Each scholar must take his books with him. Don't worry about using the word 'him. You are merely conforming with the UK's Interpretation Act of 1978 which clearly states that the masculine includes the feminine unless a contrary intention is shown. A woman cannot think she is excused from any law if it obviously applies to everyone.
One of the unfortunate buzz terms today is 'gender studies'. One of the greatest experts on the English language this country has ever known was H.W.Fowler, whose book Modern English Usage was so well received by English scholars, the world over, that it had to be reprinted four times in its first year of publication.
In that book he has this to say:
- 'GENDER: is a grammatical term only. To talk of persons or creatures of the masculine or feminine gender meaning of the male or female sex, is either a jocularity (permissible or not according to context) or a blunder'
How many blunders are being committed today in our universities and other places of education?
- May I, in support of my plea, quote
further from H.W.Fowler's book where he is speaking of feminists
who dare to put their ideas before the interests of the English
language:
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'These ladies neither are nor pretend to be making their objection in the interests of the language or of people in general; they object in their own interests only; this they are entitled to do, but still it is lower ground, and general convenience and the needs of the King's English, if these are against them, must be reckoned of more importance than their sectional claims . . .
- '. . . with the coming extension of women's vocations, feminines for vocation-words are a special need of the future; everyone knows the inconvenience of being uncertain whether a doctor is a man or a woman .. .
- ' . . . Far from needing to reduce the number of our sex-words, we should do well to indulge in real neologisms such as teacheress, singeress and danceress ...'
- It may perhaps aid consideration of the
subject if short selections are given A, of established feminine
titles, B, of recent ones, and C, of words unfortunately not
provided with feminines.
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A
- Abbess, actress,
administratrix, adultress, adventuress, ambassadress, deaconess,
duchess, enchantress, executrix, giantess, goddess, governess,
horsewoman, hostess, huntress, Jewess, lioness, murderess,
priestess, princess, procuress, prophetess, quakeress, queen,
shepherdess, songstress, soceress, stewardess, votaress, waitress,
wardress.
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B
- Authoress, chairwoman,
conductress, draughtswoman, editress, inspectress, jury-woman,
manageress, paintress, patroness, poetess, policewoman,
protectress, tailoress.
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C
- Artist, aurist, clerk, cook,
councillor, cyclist, lecturer etc. . . .'
'Milton, thou shouldst be living at this hour!' Yes, indeed. So,
in memory of the bard and other men of his ilk who have provided us
with such a wonderful legacy of English literature, I make my plea
for positive English.
Let's launch this positive English campaign and adopt an attitude of zero tolerance towards sloppy, negative English. Let's get rid of it, root and branch, and let's start now.
When you go to work tomorrow, talk about it with your colleagues.
Let it casually drop that you are a member of PEG, the Positive
English Group, so that, should anyone ask whether you would be
prepared to serve as 'Chair' of the works social committee, you can
reply, 'Sorry, I couldn't possibly be elected to any such meaningless
post. PEG would not allow me to use a negative word such as 'chair'.
And remember: you are positive; they are negative. You've already grabbed the high moral ground. Go on from there!
Look around for examples of negative, sloppy English. Send them in and we'll publish a few.
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EQUALISING THE PRISON POPULATION
BECAUSE the percentage increase of women going to
prison has far outstripped the percentage of men, it looks as though,
very early in the twenty-first century there will be as many women in
prison as men, possibly more.
But we should not have to wait that long.
After all, with equality of the sexes being today's watchword, and
the Labour Party quite willing to use illegal slit lists to get more
women into Parliament, perhaps we could take a leaf out of their book
to hurry the time when our prison population will consist of men and
women in equal numbers. Like the Labour Party, let us not shrink at
adopting illegal methods. I suggest a policy along the following
lines:
Police and judiciary must shed their thick
blue line approach whereby they are always prepared to believe what
any woman tells them, even when they have track records as inveterate
liars. They must be taught by compulsory attendance at equality
seminars to deliberately target women offenders and, whereas, at the
present time when men receive 30% longer prison sentences than women
who commit the same crimes, in future this process must be
reversed.
Could we make some of the more irksome
qualities of women (of which there are a large number!) into full
blown crimes? e.g. nagging. Sadly, the ducking stool for nagging
wives went out years ago. Perhaps we could replace it with long
prison sentences. Just think of some jolly jingles to promote this
step: 'Nagging out! Prison in!' or 'A man's no, means no'.
etc.
And gossipping! Now here's a great
opportunity not to be missed. With hidden microphones in the
workplace and a minimum prison sentence of five years, we'd soon be
on our way to prison equality.
How about false rape charges? Long prison
sentences for these should have been made mandatory many years ago.
The police should be given special training to track down and arrest
all offenders here. This should increase the female prison population
by thousands annually.
By introducing prison sentences for all who
fail to keep their marriage vows and sue for divorce we should ensure
that out of every 100 sent to prison, 75 would be women.
Let's take another leaf out of the Labour
Party's book. They prevented men from
applying for parliamentary selection in certain safe seats. Let's
prevent men from going to prison for certain crimes. How about making
speeding and drunk driving no longer a crime for men? More jolly
jingles come to mind to advertise this move on TV. While a woman is
seen being dragged out of a minute micra and handcuffed by two
policemen we hear in the background: 'But for men - no crime - no
time!'
By simply acknowledging the known truth that
half domestic violence is committed by women, and by training our
police to implement the dictum that 'the man must be believed' we
should net a very large number of female criminals.
Sexual harassment of men in the workplace
would prove another fertile field. How about introducing a 'seemly
dress code'? Women not conforming by say, wearing a skirt more than
an inch above the knee or by showing a bare midriff or a low-cut
neckline, could then be sentenced to four to six weeks inside.
And, of course, there's always car parking!
We could really roll 'em in with this one. Just make it illegal not
to park within white lines or to leave more than a car's length
between two vehicles when parking. There wouldn't be many women left
outside!
How to achieve such legislation? I think we
might approach one of the new fempees, one who has men's interests at
heart, to introduce a private member's Bill.
What do you mean, 'Fat chance!'? How can you
possibly say that fempees are not prepared to consider men's issues?
Surely they represent the men in their constituencies? Biased? Surely
not . . . Minister for men? Yes, I do see what you mean. Yes . . . as
you say - 'Fat chance!'
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