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We’re born into cultures where everyone has been siring each other long enough that it goes down, comes out, without gagging. Some started commrading each other recently enough that it’s still a sore thumb. Oh, but things like that would have been going on for a long time. I’ve just been enjoying the hell out of a made-for-TV period drama, an era-bio-pic centered on the Lake Poets: Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth, their Lyrical Ballads, Robert Southey, Lord Byron, and, front and center, the women too, great, wonderful women: Dorothy Wordsworth, Sarah Fricker Coleridge, and still as a stiff, Mary Wordsworth.
I post this as it relates to a longstanding conversation between bk and myself: on the concept of the “Left”.
It’s the time of the French Revolution, Wordsworth got caught up in Republicanism when he made a walking tour of France. The infection is everywhere. Samuel Tayor and Mrs. Coleridge are calling each other “Ciitizen” without laughing. Here’s what killed me: they warn each other, “Shh, you’ll wake Citizen Baby”!
Did cavemen saddle each other with titles before they could put a bug in their mouth? I guess that it’s only since civilization (and the running out of real estate).
And Mistering. Remember:” Mr.” means Master: and master doesn’t mean skilled nearly so much as it means owner. Lord. Someone above you. It almost means that everyone else is a slave. Vertical social world.
Now women are “Ms.” to blur everything.
Above, I put Dorothy after Sam and Robert, but that’s a joke. Like seeing the cart before the horse is a joke.
bk’s mother used to make good jokes about Germans and their title inflations, ditto the Swiss. See The Last Laugh to look inside the German mind on the subject. Any mens room attendant may be addressed as “Herr Doktor Professor”. Of course some Puritans today call each other “Saints”.