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Signora vs Signorina


Here are all your comments so far on the discussion that started here. As always, thanks to all of you for participating with your opinions and experiences! It’s what makes this community and this blog a good place. Let me know if the formatting ate any links or text.


I agree, I don’t like it when they call me “signora”, even if it’s supposed to be the standard now— it kind of tells me that I look “the age I should be married” therefore “old” (I know, it makes little sense, tell that to my brain), and since I am not married nor “old”, I don’t like it.

But that’s maybe just me.


I’ve been called “signora” ever since I was sixteen, even by people my age, and it always bothered me exactly because it feels like they’re telling me I look way older than my age. “Signorina” instead is considered more polite to adress someone you don’t know the age/marital status of, since you are not impliyng she looks old to you. I’ve also heard it as a form of flattery, for examle to call an elderly woman “signorina” to indicate she looks really young (used jokingly most of the time, but still with the intention of sounding nice). The term used to be rude toward yet unmarried women would be to call them “zitelle”, but “signorina” is still usually considered the most polite form of all.

I think maybe it’s actually a bit discriminatory to use “signora” in official letters, since it kind of implies that to be respectful to a woman or to considere her competent enough in her work you have to give for granted that she is married, but that’s kind of reaching for straws really and overthinking stuff.


Ok, giving my two cents on the signora-signorina thing. I believe it changes on regions too. Personally, I stopped hearing people adressing young women with “signorina” 20-15 years ago, give or take a few. It sounds a very old term to me, and I remember some woman point out how sexist, or old school, it sounded. Then, personally, the term itself reminds me of ridiculous “signorine”, like signorina Silvani, or signorina Carlo: “signorina” = spinster. What I hear now is a dicotomy between formal/informal. If you are very young, there is a huge difference of age between you and me, or I know you very well, I won’t call you neither signora nor signorina, I’ll just adress you informally using the pronoun “tu”; maybe I’ll ask your given name to be more polite. If you are a grown woman (not even old, just a grown adult probably living on her own) and there’s not that big difference of age, or we are in a formal situation (like at the university, or in a police station), I’ll call you “signora”, no matter the age. Sometimes, women adressed as “signora” feel old, or feel the distance, and just politely say “dammi del tu” (adress me with the pronoun “tu”), and maybe add their given name and point out that they feel awkward for the distance you put, or that they don’t feel that old. Personally, as a woman, I’m more than happy if you call me signora, as I’m 30 and I have the right to vote and all; I’m less happy if I don’t know you and you call me tu, but I won’t say anything. If you call me signorina, although I’m not officially married, I’ll be dumbfounded.


Idk I think that nowadays it’s almost more an indication age and… general demeanor than of marital status? I get the reasoning for evening out the playing field and trying to eliminate “signorina” in the same way it happened with “fraulein” but I’m not gonna lie, I’m 33 and sometimes I still flip my shit when people call me “signora”, lol XD to me it has a connotation of not only looking older but also settled and conservative and AAAHHHH I’M NOT READY FOR THAT AND I WILL NEVER BE

Personally I hate being called Signora, because it implies I must be married to deserve respect. I believe the term Signorina is reproachfully fallen a bit out of use in bureaucracy but at least here where I live (North) a lot of people, still call me Signorina in shops etc. It’s obviously formal but I prefer it to Signora. I mean if someone calls “Signora Rossi” they’re calling my mother, not me, or at least that’s what my brain perceives - I might be a bit biased as I’ve been influenced by English “culture” - but I still feel terribly old and a bit offended at being referred to as “Signora”.

As for the “offensiveness” of the term Signorina, I believe it relies on the tone it is pronounced and the situation. If a Father calls out to is child “Signorina!” 100% sure what follows won’t be pleasant because it’s a classical start of a reprimand. Or at least my dad and my grandpa used to, but I heard other people (mostly men i’ll admit). However, if the tone is neutral and respectful it bviously isn’t offending. I’ve never spent much time working in a office so I’m not sure if bosses use the term in a shaming way, but otherwise, the Dad-daughter scenario of before is the only one I can think of where Signorina is used to… not really offend, maybe take distance and scold. It’s not even humiliating, I remember it made me feel like I should have been a grown up and not being so capricious.

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And finally this question, the mystery of who’s story it will be. Of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? Who drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it, that does all of these things?  Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who teaches us what’s real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we’ll die to defend? Who chains us? And Who holds the key that can set us free… It’s You. You have all the weapons you need. Now Fight!

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What men mean when they talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriend is often that she was someone who cried a lot, or texted too often, or had an eating disorder, or wanted too much/too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. That does not make these women crazy. That makes those women human beings, who have flaws, and emotional weak spots. However, deciding that any behavior that he does not like must be insane– well, that does make a man a jerk.

And when men do this on a regular basis, remember that, if you are a woman, you are not the exception. You are not so cool and fabulous and levelheaded that they will totally get where you are coming from when you show emotions other than “pleasant agreement.”

When men say “most women are crazy, but not you, you’re so cool” the subtext is not, “I love you, be the mother to my children.” The subtext is “do not step out of line, here.” If you get close enough to the men who say things like this, eventually, you will do something that they do not find pleasant. They will decide you are crazy, because this is something they have already decided about women in general.

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This is the best sign I’ve ever seen.




This is the best sign I’ve ever seen.

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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

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@HK DOLLISM PLUS 8 by U r u v i e l on Flickr.


@HK DOLLISM PLUS 8 by U r u v i e l on Flickr.

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