Although I don’t want to be considered a curmudgeon, there are certain words that rile me up.
One of them is “boyfriend.” And honestly, I am not any more enamored with the use of “beau.”
It is my discovery that to be a friend to a female, the last thing I need to be is a boy. Equally disappointing to the average woman is when we don the persona of man.
The reason we contend there’s a battle of the sexes is because we posture in our gender and insist on our uniqueness, making us a goddam threat. We don’t tolerate such an exclusive approach in other situations:
We don’t allow butchers to cut up our pets because they’re off work and miss the job.
We don’t permit teenagers to insist they don’t need to be part of the social structure because they’re too busy dealing with the angst of their acne.
Yet for some reason, it appears to be acceptable to hide behind the “guise of the guys” and the “mystique of the feminine.”
It’s hilarious–especially when you get around people in their senior years, who find themselves ingloriously dating, introducing their male partner as a “boyfriend.”
I have just found that the best way to get along with a woman is to make it clear that you do not consider her an acquisition, but rather, a confidante.
Adding the word “boy” inserts way to much testosterone.
And if you insist on being called “beau” in order to avoid boyfriend… then you add too much grits and gravy.
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