It’s bill-paying day, one of many, and it’s making me cranky, so I’m going to set these aside for a bit and explore my non-cranky side.
I have to admit I’ve been feeling a little more “rant-ish” than “rave-ish” lately; and I’m going to let go of one of them, one of my rants, right here and now, a bit of verbal purging that I trust will put this bit of foolishness, at least, to rest and allow me to live in peace – on this subject anyway.
What’s my problem?
Hey, lady, I’ll tell you what my problem is!
My problem is with the word “gentleman”.
Nice enough word, right? “Gentleman”. Yep. Nice word. At least in the U.S., the use of the word “gentleman” implies honor, integrity, trust.
But that “gentleman” that stole your purse? The “gentleman” that was arrested on assault charges?
How many times have you heard someone describe a thief, a felon, a scofflaw as a "gentleman"?
None of those people are gentlemen. Gentlemen do not ask for your spare change. Unless they’re working for the government – and then it’s not your spare change they want. They want your money.
The spare change you can keep.
So tell me: When did the word “gentleman” become synonymous with “criminal suspect”?
Oh, wait. Did I just answer my own question? If I’m okay with the word “gentleman” being used in a governmental connotation (even when we suspect their character is anything but honorable) but not in a blue-collar crime aspect, where does it end?
“The gentlemen in the expensive suits raised my property taxes for the sixth year in a row.”
“The gentlemen in the alley are looking in garage windows.”
I feel like there’s a connection here, but what is it…
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