Single Woman’s Title = Miss
Married Woman’s Title = Mrs.
Unknown Woman’s Title = Ms.
Married Man’s Title = Mr.
Single Man’s Title = Mr.
Unknown Man’s Title = Mr.
Because a woman only has status if she is married
think about it.
add an apostrophe to Mrs = Mr’s.
think about it.
and then go throw up.
Having taken up the suggestion to think about it, I decided to think reasonably and rationally, and to do a little bit of research.
Both Miss and Mrs are contractions of the word Mistress, which, in original usage, was simply the female counterpart to Master. Initially, Miss and Mrs were used somewhat interchangeably, but after the 17th century it became standard practice for Mrs to refer to married women and Miss to refer to unmarried women.
As for the claim that “a woman only has status if she is married”, I have a few points. (1) The statement given implies that an unmarried woman has no status whatsoever, which is certainly not true. (2) The titles Miss, Mrs, Ms,and Mr do not carry any particular status, while titles such as Dr, Prof., Lord, and Lady do. So (3) the change of honorific title from Miss to Mrs does not reflect a change in public status, only a change in marital status. And, to clarify, (4) marital status is not a reflection of public status, but even if it were then it would apply to both men and women.
So, to conclude: Mrs is not in any way derived from “Mr’s”; and the distinction between the titles Miss and Mrs does not reflect a distinction in status between the two groups. Please note that I am not trying to defend men here, I am simply intending to inform and to correct false information, because perpetrating false information in this manner is typically referred to as propaganda, which is good for your public status until people find out that it’s false, at which point it becomes very bad for your public status.
Finally: Don’t make speculations and then take those speculations to be truth.
Diotrophes was such a youtuber.
I need to use my right hand to hold a fork but I also need my right hand to scroll through Tumblr. I’m eating a cup o’ noodle by sticking my face into the noodles now so I can use the internet. What is my life.
Greenland is not that big.
“I’m so fed up.” I say, calmly, having just finished a large meal.
i love how at the end he nods his head encouragingly like
‘i fucking nailed that, i am merida, now talk’
This person is awesome and y’all should check her out!
The 2013 Popular Music Stairwell Descent (by LucidlyJackie)
i can’t seem to shake the feeling that as every photo i’ve taken since teenage-ism has been on a digital camera, and its information contained only in code, to be displayed as a picture on screens by pixels, none of my photos are real. Nor videos. Nor any conversation I’ve had with anyone via…
I think about stuff like this most days, almost compulsively.