“Hannah, Darling, could you be a dear? Could you close the blind for me?”
I smile at this, the old school language, of darling and dear.
It made me feel special, a little warm in side.
I am someones darling, I am a dear.
I skipped off to close the blind, something that’s probably benefit my pay scale.
“He shouldn’t call you that, it’s sexist.”
Says a well meaning friend.
I bluster, confused, my happy bubble burst.
“I don’t mind…” I defend
“You should tell him not to patronise you!”
I feel bad, I’ve let the side down. The women I mean.
But I am a feminist, I am strong, independent and confident!
I just kinda like being called darling.