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The ubiquitous forms of address for women ‘Mrs’ and ‘Miss’ are both abbreviations of ‘mistress’. Although mistress is a term with a multiplicity of meanings, in early modern England the mistress most commonly designated the female equivalent of master–that is, a person with capital who directed servants or apprentices.
Prior to the mid eighteenth century, there was only Mrs (or Mris, Ms, or other forms of abbreviation). Mrs was applied to any adult woman who merited the social distinction, without any marital connotation. Miss was reserved for young girls until the mid eighteenth century. Even when adult single women started to use Miss, Mrs still designated a social or business standing, and not the status of being married, until at least the mid nineteenth century.
This article demonstrates the changes in nomenclature over time, explains why Mrs was never used to accord older single women the same status as a married woman, and argues that the distinctions are important to economic and social historians.”
Abstract from Mistresses and Marriage: or, a Short History of the Mrs, also known as the most interesting article I’ve read all day.
Full text is available here, but if you remember one thing, how about that Jane Austen in 1811 is the earliest citation that the author can find for the “Mrs Man” form, e.g. “Mrs John Dashwood”?
"think about angie not being religious but believing in god. think about angie not going to church but praying every night that things would change. think about angie not getting angry when god didn't drop dollars on her doorstep but being happy that he would give her an extra shift at work, an a on her math paper. think about angie meeting agnostic, probable athiest beth. think about beth getting sad, so sad one day and angie takes off the cross necklace her grandmother gave her when she was 4 +"
right before she died. think about beth saying ‘i didn’t take you for a god woman’ and angie saying ‘you gotta believe in something’. think about angie putting that necklace around beth’s neck and saying ‘you don’t have to believe in god, but believe in me because i believe in you’. beth never taking it off. beth buying angie the most beautiful crucifix she can find and giving it to her on her birthday ‘you gotta believe in something, right?’. it was the first present she’d gotten for years :~)
think about angie tucking that cross into her shirt every day when she gets dressed, the feel of faith and beth pressed firmly against her heart. think about beth growing more and more distant, angie not understanding why. think about angie convincing herself to remember her own words and just believe: in herself, in beth, in them. think about angie going through the worst possible things imaginable but this being the hardest thing she can force herself to believe. think about angie finding out beth’s dead and barging into felix’s loft, demanding to see the urn. think about angie ripping off her crucifix and throwing it inside.
think about her last bit of faith dying when beth did, so it’s only appropriate to bury them together.
if faith was in once more with feeling we all know her number would’ve been a dramatic power ballad aimed at buffy
what if your phobias are based off how you died in a past life
Of course it was too good to be true, too good to last. It always is.
It should be easy. Letting go.But how could it be when they’d tethered themselves together. She’d never understood the idea of setting free something you love until she had to.She’s sinking and knows it’s only a matter of time before they both drown.
Beth hacks at the rope connecting them, watches it fray as Angie floats towards the surface, arms outstretched towards her.
She doesn’t try to reach back.