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Don't Call Me Sir
Posted by DaneMorgan • 10/06/08 • Subscribe to this Discussion [RSS] • Report This Topic
Topics: aging, birthdays, salutations, sir, titles
As I rush headlong and haphazardly toward my 42nd (or 41st? 43? at this point does it even matter any more?) birthday, I'm ever and more aware of the steadfast and relentless creeping of gray in my beard, and the need to shave a progressively smaller portion of my head.
Now, given that I've lost 116 pounds in the last year in a half, it's not all bad news, I suppose. I can actually stand straight up and, glancing downward, see my toes. For the young among you that probably doesn't sound like so great a victory, but, some of us, probably more so than most, those of us who spent our formative years in the haze of the exuberant excesses of the eighties, we must take our victories where we can find them.
The first time i felt old, though only momentarily, was actually quite some years back. I was still in the Army at the time and was angling hard and calling in favors to get assigned to a detail to prep the stage and provide security for a Molly Hatchet concert. One of the privates asked me what movies she had been in. And when they listed Guns 'N Roses as classic rock, it was a serious blow to the ego raised in the glorious Southern California Cult of the Culture of Youth.
Having long since renounced that sunny land of my birth, trading the beaches and bikinis for the harsher harder sands and tans of the Arizona desert, I resolved myself to the fact that I wasn't twenty any more and that indeed, as George Carlin once had observed, all of the Playboy Centerfolds were now much younger than me. I took comfort in the acquired knowledge and wisdom I had amassed, just as the desert, while not so apparently pretty as the beaches, had a special, hard won beauty of it's own. A beauty that is won through trial and hardship, through the facing of adversity and learning to do more with less, as all plants and animals in that domain must to survive.
Now in the drained swamplands of the Southeast Missouri Boot Heel, and indeed, yet another decade and a bit more older, I look to the Cyprus Tree growing from the lowland marsh and the weather, but still serviceable old barns that haunt the edges of the vast soy, wheat, rice, cotton and wheat farms in the region, or to their tall, often rusted, and constantly faithful companion silos. They reassure me that even as I age, my usefulness can continue.
But this latest blow, that I honestly think I only began to notice as I pondered another anniversary marking the passing of my allotted time, is perhaps the harshest of all to bear.
You see, I've noticed a lot (I mean a LOT [really I mean basically ALL]) of the younger women I contact throughout my day have a tendency to call me 'sir'. And I mean all the time. Every time they speak to me.
When I was in the Army, we enlisted men resented being called 'sir', for we actually worked for a living, unlike the officers, who, by virtue of their commissions, must be called 'sir'. I know that some of what I feel hearkens back to that, as even all of this time later I still retain some of the soldier in me. I know too, that some of the 'sir's I encounter are a product of the culture here in the south, or at least the edge of it.
If I were still in the land of my birth, surely I would be called 'dude' at least occasionally still, but not here. here I am 'sir'.
I don't want to be 'sir'.
Don't call me 'sir'.
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THank Dean thought these tired eyes were losing it, if it makes you feel better I hate being call Mame
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@Dane
g'evening
I have never thought of you as a "sir". I think of you as a "marketing guru". Happy Birthday. -
What' really bad is when you're just about to ask her out, she calls you sir. DOH! I decided to finally get married when that started happening to me on a regular basis.
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no point in fighting it friend. the older you get, the more often this will happen. even if you get yourself a custom made "don't call me sir!" t-shirt. might as well relax and accept it.
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Dane, What say we knight you and then you can be known as "Sir Dane."
When is your special Happy Birthday, day? Life begins at forty. Enjoy it.
Everyone thinks they will always be around. And I believe that the days seem to fly by. We all need to take advantage of all the days we have and share with one another. -
You are such an articulate wordsmith that I cannot see anyone denigrating your social status with the lowly title of "Sir." Something more like, "Your Lordship" would be more appropriate.
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I have a habit of calling males not Sir but handsome, I just know it will get me in trouble soon! (maybe that is why I do it)
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Sorry Dane...mm...your avatar does show your strong profile.
I just got called madame and I only revealed my lips.
For years, when we were expats, my maid called me Mdm, the electrician called me Mdm, the driver called me Mdm, and the cashier at the grocery stores did that too.
But no sir, I do not like to be called Mdm, makes me feel old. Besides, we all make a living, not born with a silver spoon in the mouth.
If you walk in Bali, you will be called Sir or Mr. It is common. So the tropics is out for you if you don;t want Sir. From bartender to touters on the beach, you will hear Sir this Sir that, how are you Sir, Good morning Sir.....nobody knows Dude. -
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Having been "ma'amed" for a few years now, I feel your pain. Although I was Senorita'ed at a Mexican restaurant recently, and I rather liked that.
Can we Senor you?
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Dane,
I can't help but be amused. I share your age and am also a So Cal native who has traded the 'valley' for the gently rolling plains of northern Texas. When I visited here as a kid and would go to the store, everyone who heard me talk would say, "You're from California." I never knew we had an accent (and I still deny to this day that I do).
Congrats on the poundage loss. That is quite an accomplishment. As for the hair loss, at least you didn't cave to an eighties fad and slap a mullet on your head, and with luck, are not still listening religiously to My Sharona.
You will get no 'sir' from me.
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When I was in my late twenties, somebody asked me if I went to Vietnam, and then didn't seem to believe me when I said I was seven when the war ended. That was when I decided to shave off my beard. Way worse than being called "sir"....
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I gave up on being bothered by the whole sir" thing about a decade ago. And really, is "buddy" any better?
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I call any man regardless of age Sir, and any woman regardless of age, young lady. It's just how I roll. I wouldn't be upset by one calling you "Sir" as most folks don't have that much manners these days.
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I think Sir is cool, respectful, at any age. Don't be so sensitive! I would rather be called Madam than young lady, I don't dig false flattery. Every age has its benefits:)
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Haha Myriad if that was in reference to my comment, I must say that older women were not really a part of my life at all, the only one's i've really got to know were all in nursing homes, and I was their caretaker. They adored being called Young lady. of course there were some that wanted to be called Madame too.
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Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude, i feel your pain.
the gray hair that I am amassing does not make me feel old. The cracking and popping of joints don't make me feel old either.
It's when my 12 year old son asked me a few months back..."Dad, who was bo Jackson?". That's when I felt old. -
I prefer to be called by my name when introduced to someone, but if it is a stranger "miss" is great and "ma'am" is not so great. So, I understand what you are talking about Dane. I like Dane. It is a nice name and If I met you I would address you as such.
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Dude, yah mon!! losing 116 lbs should "warrant" a SIR.
Cause DAT IS MUCH RESPECT MON!
okay, Happy "born" day!!
YOU DAH MAN MON! -
I may have given the wrong impression here...
My birthday isn't actually until December 3rd.
But I appreciate the well wishes nonetheless. -
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Great write up, but I think you are lucky if you are noticed enough to be called sir. You get to my age suddenly you become invisible
I was floored the first time I was called M'am at the age of 26, but put it down to being in Texas at the time.
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