Chick: (n) a young woman.
The battlefield of my human journey is riddled with foxholes where I’ve made stands, only to find myself retreating–often in humiliation.
It makes me wonder if there’s any purpose at all for being obstinate.
Ten or fifteen years ago, I raised an objection over the word “chick.” I was offended on behalf of all women. Matter of fact, I opened up the
discussion several times in a roomful of people of all generations.
After a lengthy discussion, I found that I was the only person who objected. The much older women remembered when girls were called “chicks” and it was a kind of a hip, Beach Boys thing. The younger girls felt it was a kindly, gentle alternative to “bitch.”
The case I made about the word being chauvinistic or degrading was met with a sympathetic nod but not much approval.
Here’s what I learned from the exercise:
If people aren’t upset about something they experience every day, I will do them no benefit by stirring them up and making them upset.