To whom it may concern,

Please explain to me the following:

 Vera Bradley bags

Really? They look like grandma's old tablecloth, and not the kitchy cool kind. Or they look like the ugly old drapes that Julie Andrews as Maria von Trapp used to make play clothes for the kids so the… Read full post »

Dear Cheeky,

Don't call me "Sweetie" or "Honey" or "Darlin" or "Dear" when you wait on me. I'm not a little old lady, whatever that is. And even if I were of "little old lady" age, wherever that falls, I wouldn't appreciate you talking to me as if I were… Read full post »

Dear Guys,

How I despise "guys being guys," and the "gals" who (with a nudge and a wink) call them rascals.

Nudge, wink. "Oh, you're terrible!"

Oh men of a certain age, aren't you adorable little things? And aren't you so put upon by the "girls" who flatter you and… Read full post »

Dear whomever,

Don't call me "lady." I'm not "that lady." Whenever I hear anyone refer to a woman as a lady, I cringe. Five-year-olds call women ladies, as in: "That lady made a mean face at me." (It was not a "mean face." That's just the way I look when… Read full post »

Dear young woman,

How can I say this without you pulling out the one word you learned how to wield in that Women's Studies class you took last semester. Well, go ahead and pull it out. You might as well, you loved using it when you were given the assignment where… Read full post »