There are very few things that I loath more than being referred to as 'such-and-such's missus'. Luckily my hairy pits and pendulous, bra-less boobies give off pretty clear 'caution: angry feminist ahead' signals, and not many people use this kind of terminology to refer to me (while I'm around, that is).
But what about when I am not?
"Hey bro, how's the missus?" I know for a fact that my partner is asked this question regularly by acquaintances work colleagues and even some friends.But the thing is, if a person gave even two of the tiniest shits about my state of well-being, they would bother to learn my name.
What's it going to be after 'missus' runs it course?
"How's Ofmichael"???
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