I am a white male of a certain age, which means, surely, that, by definition, I am not politically correct and need to have the error of my ways pointed out to me at any and every opportunity, generally by some 30-something woman dressed in leggings and a Tibetan hat or by some metrosexual guy with a voice 3 octaves higher than my wife's who've obviously got a much better grasp of the world that I have.
Recently I have been corrected in the middle of a meeting by one of these know-it-better individuals because I used the term "Madam chairwoman", when I should, apparently, have said "Ms chairperson".
I have also been told that I am in the wrong for complaining to the barperson (sorry, can't use the term "barman" any longer - it's "genderist") about the shrieking, unruly offspring of, yet again, some 30-something couple who come into the pub once a month - after all, I was a kid once they tell me, before complaining to the "bar person" about my non-PC atttitude! (How come when I was a kid we didn't allow under-16s into pubs and when you were finally allowed in you sat down and didn't scream and shout - or out you went?). I now have to avoid going to the pub before 6pm in the evenings when hopefully the little lambs will be fast asleep in bo-bo land.
I stand up for ladies when the train is full, which can elicit accusations from some that I'm being sexist, and I also ask teenagers to take their feet off the seats (muttering under my breath that if they don't I may just let loose and clout the little arisses) to which the response is often a grunt but no movement - at least not until I sit atop said feet.
It seems I can't do right for doing wrong, but why, then, can't all these superior inteLlects understand that their political correctness is at the cost of discriminating against me because I'm a man, I'm getting on (the grey hair might be a clue) and that I, too have feelings - not to mention rights?
Oh, and by the way - I happen to like beer! So if you come with your hand stitched map of Cheshire on Christmas day I might just tell you in my broadest Lancashire brogue exactly where it may be safely stored out of sight
Merry Winterval (can't say Christmas - it can offend other religions)
Growing old disgracefully
"Unfortunately there is lots of bad information online; some of it is really scary. It's probably not intentional, but I've seen some content that sets up the illusion that you can do whatever you want and get away with it" - Norm Abram in an interview with Jefferson Kolle
Last edited by Phil P; 12-14-2014 at 04:17 PM.