Thanks to Chris for pointing out this article about “gentlemen as a dying breed in England.” My favorite quote totally sums up the British experience:
“It is ungentlemanly to even refer to oneself as one [a gentleman],” says Fergus Henderson, the chef-patron at St John in Spitalfields, London. “It is the sort of thing that should remain unspoken.”
LOL! Of course, here most things should remain unspoken, apparently. Today I had an email in which a colleague referred to me as “outspoken ahem I meant outstanding” and I got the picture. I really was a bit too much for the gentlemen last week. That said, I’m unclear as to the “dying breed” nature of the gentleman. I live in a town where most men own tuxedos and cufflinks and where gentlemen bicycle down the street smoking their pipes. I’m not kidding, two different ones spotted in the last two days and both times I did the “what the …?” look over the shoulder thing. I frankly could use fewer gentlemen around. I’d like to wear my jeans and my ironic t-shirts more often. I’m tired of trying to fit into the British upper crust!