Sunday, July 10, 2016

Chivalry is not Dead

I write this on Thursday to pre-post on the weekend. Hopefully, I have been enjoying Celtfest since Friday evening, but as I write hits, there is much rain in the forecast. So, depending on the weather, you may expect to see some concert photos next week.

Otherwise, this is a bit of a follow-up to my previous post about hats dating me. (Actually, hats are about the only things dating me at this stage of my life. Women are no longer interested. Such is life. Quelle dommage.)

I was provoked into a continuation of my old norms in new times thoughts when I spotted a youngish couple walking past our yard. If you can believe it, he was walking on the inside of the sidewalk. Oh, the horror of it all!

It is just plain wrong to my sensibilities. Men should walk on the curbside as I always do when I walk with Sue (could be a song: ♫ I Always Do When I Walk With Sue ♬ ). When we turn a corner, I do a little jig to get curbside once again.

I blame my mother for this old-fashioned proclivity. You see, we once encountered my beloved grade 5 teacher and her significant other out for a stroll. Mom was scandalized by the fact that she was curbside and he was inside. I fear that I was young and impressionable enough to be scarred me for life by her visceral reaction to that faux pas.

Mom was born in 1914, when I presume there still would have been some horses on the roads and perhaps not the drainage that we take for granted today. In those times, it was the norm for men to walk curbside to protect their ladies and their finery.  Kind of a Sir Walter Raleigh throwing his coat over a puddle sort of vibe, which, sadly, may have been a myth begun in a novel.

Way earlier than Mom's time, before the age of automobiles, when streets were really messy it would really have been socially de rigueur and chivalrous for men to show their consideration, which may have been one of the few perks to being female in those times. In Mom's day, it was still of some importance to show such consideration to the ladies, but what about now when there are no horses with their concomitant effluence and when streets are well drained?  It really shouldn't be a thing! (Please not that I can use current jargon. Or it that word, thingpassé by now?)

But it is a thing, my thing, and I shall be constrained and doomed to do that outdated, chivalrous, curbside dance until my expiration. It just seems right. Who knows? I might protect her from an errant splash someday although to my dim recollection that hasn't occurred yet.

Oh dear ... I just thought of yet another anachronistic habit — holding doors open for women ...

8 comments:

Mara said...

I always get that feeling when I see a parent and a child and the child is curbside. Just plain dangerous I think. You never know what a child gets up to.

Marie Smith said...

I have thought of that "rule" when my husband and I are walking too. We do not abide by it though.

Don't get me started on the doors!

ADRIAN said...

I always walk on the outside of ladies and children. I means my sword hand is free. However I also open doors and invite ladies to precede me into a building just in case there is something fierce inside.
Hope you got hours of video of the bands.

Tabor said...

I instinctively pull my grandchild to the inside, if I can control that. My oldest is now pretty independent when walking. All of these things are going by the wayside and we cannot defend the changes. I just hope that common sense and politeness never disappear.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

When me and meine frau (my German wife) are taking an evening stroll, I always walk on the street side. It would never occur to me to do otherwise!

Jennifer A. Jilks said...

I often find my hubby doesn't do this. Also, he doesn't open doors for me any more. Ah, well. I am wife #3, and I do all the heavy yard work. Times have changed for me...

Mary Gilmour said...

One awful pun point to you sir.

I wish streets were well drained. I recall walking along Princess Street in March, some years ago now, carrying the YD's Mess Dress in plastic and wishing I had a knight walking curbside with a large and waterproof cloak. I got the uniform to the daughter intact but I sure was wet an slushy myself.

I thought of you both on Saturday night. I hope you could enjoy the music in spite of the wet.

Ginger said...

Husband always walks on the curb side when we are out walking, which is daily. I never thought about mud splashing. Always thought it was a self-sacrificial thing on the part of the man; "If a car is going to stray out of its lane, it will get me first."