The Lunxicon

One of my favorite courtesy titles for the fine, fair females of the world is, “toots.” Maybe it’s because Dustin Hoffman was a total babe in drag; maybe I just like the sharp sound of the word—the consonancy of the hard T’s at either end, dragged out by that sneaky S. Over the years, however, “toots” has lost its popularity. It seems to have taken on a negative connotation. This is due in part, no doubt to its originating in an age of much greater sexual inequality. It’s the sort of word you imagine a hard drinking, chain smoking, womanizing private detective from the 50s tossing out there at the various clients he has ravaged. Continue reading To Toots Or Not To Toots…