It occurs that as a Society we ought to have a secret handshake or something that identifies us to other Miniver-ians (-ites? -ettes is a little on the spirit squad side.). In the nature of gang signs that we could flash each other outside our theoretical wrong-side-of-the-tracks mini-market, we could carry a talisman that would discreetly whisper our allegiance to the cause when we meet in semi-upscale department stores. Maybe a green alligator daily planner, or a Chrysanthemum scarf, or a small fire cracker, or a Guy Fawkes effigy pin...Maybe a whispered "Scotland wins" would be more to the point.
In lieu of that I vote we all correct people when they try to shoehorn us into that awful, truncated, defeminizating "Ms." I am Missus Dominguez. Or Senora, if you will. My daughter is Miss!
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