Baby. Honey. Sweetie. Boo. When coming from a stranger, these terms of endearment make most women cringe.
It can happen during a Facebook exchange. You post a funny status update or an inspirational quote and one of your male “friends” on Facebook writes,”That’s a good one, baby.” A “sweetie” can be thrown your way when asking for change. “Anytime, sweetie,” says the man who gives you 5 ones for a five dollar bill. And lets not forgot the coos of “honeys” and “boos” from construction workers, NYC gypsy cab drivers (especially if you take a cab in Washington Heights) and bartenders who serve us the sweet nectar.
Ok. Maybe bartenders get a pass.
Aside from mixologists, men should stick to our first names. If you don’t really know me, refer to me by Sujeiry. Not Su. Not Jeiry. Nor any of the above. That level of comfort from a stranger makes me, and many other women, feel uncomfortable. It also feels as if men don’t want to spell out or say our names. As if they are bunching us together because we belong to a pack. We are individuals. We have different needs, interests and quirks. Besides, we are adult women, not babies. Women don’t make honey or sting (at least not literally). And only Casper the Ghost should say boo.
So, keep your baby, honey, sweetie and boo to yourself. It isn’t flattering. It is insulting. You have been warned!