Tale One
Many years ago, when I was still afraid of my own shadow, I accompanied my OH to a posh event in the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. Some of his discoveries were being displayed in an exhibition, he had been invited to the opening night and I was his Plus One. Of course, it was not just we two. There was a veritable plethora of historians, archaeologists and other non-specific museum types, all in their best bib and tucker looking like scary grown-ups who knew all the answers. After a short while of silently (on my part) mingling, OH excused himself and left me “rabbit in the headlights” within the throng. In the short time that he was away several people approached me, I was after all a lone young woman in her early twenties. In an attempt to strike up a conversation, their opening gambit was without fail “what do you do?”, “I’m a secretary” I replied. I might well have said I assassinated intellectuals. To a man, they hurriedly made their excuses and dashed off leaving me befuddled and embarrassed. In way of compensation, some might say over-, I proceeded to eat fist fulls of canapes and guzzle the free plonk. It comforted. There was however a saviour in the midst, and I will never forget his kindness. He was perhaps the most distinguished person in the room, a man of great knowledge and an expert in his field. I had met him previously when he had been in Bristol to visit one of OH’s digs. Seeing me marooned in a unfriendly ocean, he took me under his wing. He talked to me at length, explaining to me the significance of some of the displays, involved me in proceedings and, most importantly to me at that time, treated me with the respect that I, and all people, deserve.
Tale Two
A couple of years ago I met a friend at RHS Rosemoor, who to spare her blushes will remain anonymous. OK I will give you a clue …. “TT”. Yes, you’ve got it. I had brought my lovely neighbour along for the ride as she had never been to the garden before and was keen to visit. Chatting over tea and cake, possibly before we had even set off around the garden, TT had been reminiscing about her days as a radiographer. My friend, ever inclusive, turned to ask my neighbour if she worked. “Oh” she said “I am just a nursing assistant at the hospital”. Without pausing for breath, she was swiftly corrected “Never say you are just a nursing assistant! A good NA is worth their weight in gold and the whole system would collapse without them. It is a job to be proud of.” My heart swelled with pride. My neighbour relaxed, there was no hierarchy here. She had been shown the respect she deserved.
Tale Three
Today I came upon a conversation on Twitter that suggested that to presume a woman was a secretary was demeaning. It rankled. As gardeners we are often patronised, dismissed as mere muddy frippery. Which also rankles.
Surely we all deserve a little respect, whatever we do to eke out a living on this troubled planet.
Wise words o mighty one 🙂
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*giggles*
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Everyone should be a valued member of society, where would we be without dustmen and people who clean up after us generally, such people are of more use to society than they are given credit for.
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Yes, I totally agree with you, all parts of the same machine. Thanks for commenting.
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All work deserves respect.
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Yes indeed!
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Well said, everyone deserves respect and don’t you wish more would remember it.
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Sometimes I do. And thanks 🙂
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It always irritates me to hear a woman say, oh I’m just a stay at home mother. Being a mother is one of the hardest jobs you can have and you’re not even paid for doing it.
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Exactly!
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Pale white people try to talk to me in really bad Spanish . . . because that is the only language college educated (and ethnically slightly brown) horticulturists and arborists are expected to understand.
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I’m cringing. 😦
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Pale white people try to talk to Brent in really bad Ebonics.
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😀 (I did have to look up Ebonics 🙂 )
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Couldn’t agree more.
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Thanks x
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Well said!
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I respect you even more after this post.
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What a lovely thing to say, thank you Jackie.
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🙂
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Three great and pertinent tales. So many people are completely undervalued in today’s society and it takes so little effort to be inclusive.
I was a primary school teacher and for decades had to endure the ‘so many holidays’ conversation as though we never did anything much most of the year.
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I remember the occasion, I’m glad I treated your friend with respect, it is how I like to be treated. I could not have run a CT scanner without the NA’s, the porters, the medical secretaries and our lovely cleaner Joan. They were the important ones who allowed me to do my job. Bless them all.
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