One of those things that was never really a blip on my radar is the “Mr. and Mrs. {guy’s first name} {guy’s last name}” nomen­cla­ture.  Kim keep­ing her name/business-name made me acutely aware of it.  I do not know if it is tra­di­tion­al­ism and/or implied sexism/girl-as-property-of-guy, but it is still a (fairly new) pet peeve of mine.  I got a let­ter from the finan­cial plan­ners today that was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Brian Enigma, and I could feel my blood start to boil (quickly solved by a few deep breaths, for­tu­nately.) We’ve even talked about it with them.  They should know better!

Ear­lier this evening, I finally made it to the Epi­logue of the new Hairy Potty book.  I was instantly trans­mo­gri­fied into a blub­ber­ing idiot.

Edited to add: also, the A+ #1 way to look com­pletely men­tal is to walk around an urban city envi­ron­ment, lis­ten­ing to your iPhone-as-MP3-player with it’s bun­dled ear­phones, and then have a call come in.  The answer-button and micro­phone is this low-profile thing built into the cable.  It doesn’t look like the typ­i­cal cell­phone wired-ear-thing that only goes in one ear and has a big clunky shirt-clip thing (with your fin­ger in the other ear to block out the street noise.) It just looks like you’re lis­ten­ing to an iPod, only hav­ing (half of) a con­ver­sa­tion with some­one who is obvi­ously not there.

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Tagged as: crazy, harrypotter, headphones, names, sexism, traditions