I occasionally do a double-take when someone calls me ma’am. “Me? I know I’m no spring chicken, but ma’am -- really?” Still, the fact that I use a phrase like “spring chicken” probably solidifies my status as a ma’am. And that’s just fine!
Some of my girlfriends and I were laughing over lunch recently about the transition to ma’am. At our age, who we’re talking to determines our station. To the nice kid who bags my groceries, I’m a “ma’am”. To the white-haired man who’s owned the shoe repair shop for nearly 40 years, I’m a “miss”.
The transformation from miss to ma’am happens over time. The same is true of an evolving style. I did a recent video talking about fashion for the “ages”--literally. I hope you enjoy it whether you’re a miss, Mrs., or a ma’am!
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