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The Selecter - Missing Words (Official Video) [HD Remaster]
Sir: From monsieur, "my lord" Polite form of address for a man.
Ma'am: From madam, ma dame, "my lady" Polite form of address for a woman
???: From "my liege" Polite form of address for a nonbinary person, or someone of unknown gender
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So Cretis is just straight up missing now.
Zant, what did you do?
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i hate myself for continuously edit my writings after i posted it.
French has no single word for âwomanhoodâ. It has âfĂ©minitĂ©â for femininity, and âwomanhoodâ is often translated with âfĂ©minitĂ©â, which is a mistake because âfĂ©minitĂ©â has connotations that âwomanhoodâ doesnât have. âWomanhoodâ refers to the state/condition of being a woman; âfĂ©minitĂ©â contains all the stereotypes of being a woman, most of which are tied to beauty and personal grooming. I guess the best translation of âwomanhoodâ in French would be âĂȘtre une femmeâ (literally âto be a womanâ). But this lacks the consistence, the unity of a single word. How can we talk about that which we have no word for?
Androssâs daunting yellow eyes squeeze shut for a moment as the elder leans back in his office chair. The seat groaning underneath the shift of the apeâs weight as a sharp breath shoots out of his large, flared nostrils. His left hand takes a hold of his glasses, his right index finger and thumb lift to the bridge of his nose, squeezing slightly to combat the headache that pounded away inside his skull.
Beneath the scientist is a stack of papers. Research material compiled by someone beneath Andross in status... and clearly in his level of intelligence as well. Between the confusing paragraphs that talked in circles about a topic the author themselves didnât maintain a deep enough understanding for and the multitude of spelling and grammatical errors scattered abundantly throughout, Andross found himself becoming more and more irritated with the text.Â
âIâve employed a bunch of morons.â He mumbles to himself as those electric eyes of his are reintroduced to the world.Â