Today I went to speak to my Mom's students. When I can, I talk to them about the big thesis paper they all have to write before they graduate. I'm glad to say that most of them are bright, interested, and willing to listen.
There was, however, one young man who reminded me a whole lot of Eddie Haskell. He came up after class to shake my hand. However, he called me "Chris". One, I don't like being called anything other than Christine. Two, he's about half my age, so calling me by my first name was inappropriate.
I like to think that there is still respect in this world. Even when I'm calling my potential fundraisers, I still try to use respect. I would expect nothing else.
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"The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is 'What does a woman want?'" - Freud "Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities. " - H.P. Lovecraft "I love you only because it's you the one I love." - Pablo Neruda
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So, Chrissy, you don't like being called Chris?
Sorry Christine, I couldn't resist. I'd agree with you. Actually, in this instance, whatever YOU chose to be called was YOUR call not his. Alas, respect has become a lost art.
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