I think there’s a case to be made that some attitudes are nearly universal. Most everybody thinks baby things are cute, smoking is bad for you, and three-day weekends rock. And every woman I know has different reactions to being called “Honey,” based on the age of the caller and the circumstances of the calling. Little old guy who needs help with his groceries? Fine. And adorable. Any other guy you don’t share a name or a bed with? No bueno. And not even a little bit adorable. Which is strange in a way. It’s the same word, regardless of who uses it, so why does it matter? It just does. If we’ve learned nothing else from Romeo and Juliet and rap music, it’s that names, and who calls who what, matter very much. If you’re still not on board, just think back to how you 
felt the first time some kid bagging your groceries or making your sub sandwich called you “ma’am” or “sir.” I still don’t like it, and I have kids older than some of those kids. There’s also a spectrum of rationality for our reactions to the things we are called, as well. Sometimes we just don’t like being called something (chick, baby, dude, kid), and sometimes we object because the name isn’t even accurate (Mrs., fireman). In Conrad J. Storad’s Don’t Call Me Pig!, a feisty javelina tries to set the record straight. Good luck with that ’cause accuracy is hard to come by sometimes.http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Call-Pig-Javelina-Story/dp/1891795015
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