Irrational Hatred of Annoying Words

I was sent this link earlier: 

http://www.mumpreneuruk.com/blog/award-nominations/

Aside from the fact that I’ve been encouraged to nominate a mumpreneur after the deadline has passed, I’d like to note, for the record, my extreme hatred of the word ‘mumpreneur’. 

This is a word that is utterly irrelevant and unnecessary to the English language, much like the phrase ‘female police officer’. We don’t need to know. Invent a product, or a service, or a business and make it work, we already have a magnificent word to describe you: entrepreneur. 

The word entrepreneur is magnificently, deliciously, marvellously gender neutral. It doesn’t need to be adapted to include the female gender such as gingerbreadperson, personholecover or herstory (words that will never take off because apart from anything they are ridiculously clumsy).  Why abandon this in favour of patronising the female entrepreneur? 

It may well be that the experience of being a parent, and the changing demands on her time create the platform from which the woman comes up with a new idea, but I think it’s fair to say that experience and where you are in life will be the basis of any entrepreneurial idea. 

I shall leave this with a link to a magnificent product invented by a group of parents. 

http://www.lostmy.name 

Needless to say, they are not referred to as dadpreneurs. 

 

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Asking for Help

I’ve written before about how being dependent erodes your confidence. 

I was offered surgery on my back last week, and with it, offered some hope that at least part of my back pain (the most vicious, movement disabling pain) could be cured. 

The surgery itself sounds quite simple (in as much as spinal surgery can ever be simple) – so much so that I won’t be kept in hospital overnight.  The recovery time afterwards however will be a different story. 

I won’t be allowed to bend, twist, lift or sit for about 6 weeks afterwards. With two small children this will require daily conscious effort, and lots and lots of help. 

I have noticed that I feel ok about asking for help for this, and I have noticed that feeling completely happy to ask for help is a rather novel feeling. 

It has clarified for me that asking for help with a chronic condition is a difficult thing to do. It feels wrong somehow to ask for help when you have no hope of reciprocating. It feels odd to ask for help with simple things when you don’t know how long you have to keep asking for. 

Asking for help for a limited period of 6 – 8 weeks feels like one of the most hopeful and positive steps in a long time.