First of all let it be known, I am NOT a feminist. Haven't been since I became a mother (that's another essay). Second, this request is not directed at men.
Men can call me: Hon, Sweetie, Babe. Don't mind at all, in fact, because I have one wandering eye, bad posture, jaggedy teeth and three sisters who always got the boyfriends--I'll take any compliment from a man I can get.
Also, any woman 15 years older than me who would be in the 65 age range. They have earned the right to call me: honey, sweetheart or dear--
They have lived their hard scrapple life and gleaned, day and day, the wisdom of living on this earth. And I will gladly sit at their feet and see what lessons they have to teach me--because all women this age do. It's a shame that more people don't listen to them.
No, I am referring to the young women (17-25) who look at me and must read the invisible message on my forehead that says, "Yes, I look old but I'm actually ten and need to have my life experience and wisdom demeaned, so please go a ahead, order me something off the children's menu."
I mean, seriously, is it me? Am I just being paranoid? I really feel that 18 year olds girls whom I could beat in any game of Jeopardy, Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, and old episodes of Hollywood Squares starring Paul Lynde and Roddy McDowall should not have the right to call me Hon or Sweetie.
Is this too much to ask? I would ask these girls myself but they would probably just give me the deer in headlights eyes along with the ever original duck lips pose--which supposdly looks cute in their circles on Facebook but would get them kicked out of the Cash Cab real quick.