Sometimes I'm not sure about terms.
They get bandied about this way and that so you're never certain of the
meaning.
Take the word Gentleman. Seems like
that sort of genteel appellation that bestows a certain amount of class on an
individual. That's appellation as in name, not Appalachian as in Deliverance
type region or behavior.
And it works, I always have a
different expectation for a restroom when it has the word "Gentlemen"
on the door. As opposed to "Caballeros" or "Buoys." Gotta
love those nautical themed restaurants where the restroom signs of
"Gulls" and "Buoys" reduce us to birds that mess on things
and bobbing markers that are one of the things they mess on.
Anyhow, I read an interesting
little snippet the other day about two golfers who came to a violent
altercation over scorekeeping on the course. And the title of the article
called golf "The Gentleman's Game." Not entirely gentlemanly in this
instance.
Then there's the new nude dancing
club that opened up in the area recently. Their promotional gambit for the
first couple of weeks was a sign that said, "No cover until 7:00." I
get it. But afterwards the dancers dance semi-nude?
What really got me was their main
sign, which says that it's a Gentleman's Club. Perhaps they have a different
sense of the genteel than you or me. I see "gentlemen" sitting back
in overstuffed Victorian chairs, puffing on cigars or pipes, drinking coffee or
aged scotch, and reading the newspaper.
Not yahoos guzzling overpriced
drinks shouting slurred indecent offers at unclad dancers and stuffing soiled
singles into said entertainer's underwear.
There's another possibility.
Considering the sort of man they're looking for. Since gentle and genital share
so many letters, maybe the sign was a misprint.
America, ya gotta love it.
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