Know Your Place, Underling
Meet the academic left, part 3,047. In which a Cambridge lecturer in “postcolonial studies” complains, publicly and at length, about being addressed by a college porter as “madam,” as is the custom.
It’s racist, apparently.
And yes, the madam in question, Priyamvada Gopal, has been mentioned here before.
She sounds nice.
Calling her ‘madam’ isn’t polite? I’m confused.
She’ll just have to get used to being called “madam”.
Calling her You is right out, that’s already taken.
She sounds nice.
Well, quite. As I understand it, Cambridge porters, who see hundreds of people a day, including students, staff, faculty and visitors, tend to address people as “sir” and “madam.” (Porters are not generally expected to remember the names and formal titles of every member of staff and faculty, numbering in the thousands, at Cambridge’s 30 or so colleges.) Contrary to Dr Gopal’s faintly hysterical tirade, this courtesy – being called madam – is not obvious and damning proof of “aggression,” let alone “racial profiling and unconscious bias.” A more obvious explanation is that Dr Gopal is a preening, delusional cow.
Note that people who disagree with Dr Gopal’s latest persecution fantasy, including the head of the campus visitor service, are dismissed by her as “presumably white.” So no racism there, obviously.
Calling her ‘madam’ isn’t polite? I’m confused.
Apparently, it isn’t sufficiently deferential for Dr Gopal, who prefers the servants to avert their eyes as she glides past them. It’s because she’s so progressive and egalitarian, you see.
It’s simple. She’s trying to colonize Cambridge. The natives must learn their place.
Has she checked her privilege lately?
As we’ve seen, academic lefties can get rather touchy about social status.
College porters have to deal with many conceited and irritating people, and generally they do so with great patience; but some do become somewhat gruff.
My own favourite porter story is when Lord Nuffield was leaving one of the Oxford colleges after some large occasion and the porter gave him his hat: “I must ask, there are so many – how do you know that’s mine?” “I don’t, sir; but it’s certainly the one you came with.”
Has she checked her privilege lately?
I’m now imagining myself walking into the nearest department store and taking umbrage at being called “sir,” rather than “Mr Thompson” – as if every member of staff should somehow memorise the names of every single customer – and then accusing the bewildered sales assistant of obviously being homophobic.
And I wonder whether Dr Gopal, our high priestess of hair-trigger indignation, knows the name of the porter. Because given her demands to be recognised by name, it sort of matters, doesn’t it? Or is he just “porter”?
The porters should all call her “sir” from now on, and when she gets mad about that, go to “Hey, you.” I would not dream of suggesting that they use “Bitch, please.”
The porters should all call her “sir” from now on,
Thing is, given her less-than-charming disposition, you can imagine the porters deliberately calling her “madam,” knowing it will irritate her, even if they do remember her name.
Because it’s either that or pushing her into traffic.
In a monstrous hissy fit she has gone on strike. No postcolonial indoctrination of fools for the foreseeable future! Cambridge reels.
What’s the Indian word for “bint?”
These days you can dress any personal peeve as a political cause and people lap it up.
When your life is just one crushing, racist experience after another.
“a preening, delusional cow”
What are the traditional iconic names for cows in the UK? Here in the States they are “Bossy” and “Elsie”. (I realize that in academia they are “Professor” and “Dean”.)
I’ve always thought that there is an inverse relationship between one’s personal emphasis on titles, degrees, etc. and one’s actual competence & security. Competent, secure people don’t need to preface every human action by reciting from their C.V.
Competent, secure people don’t need to preface every human action by reciting from their C.V.
Well, yes. Absolutely.
And once again we see that there’s no pretext too trivial, too microscopic, that it won’t be exploited shamelessly by such people. If it’s not spellcheck software or innocuous gardening programmes, it’s the word “madam.”
It’s neurotic.
It’s neurotic.
My long-suffering spouse has a Ph.D. in linguistics but never, ever refers to it outside of an academic setting. She doesn’t see how it’s relevant. Contrast with a vacuous woman I knew who’s personal stationary–not professional, personal— was headed, “Dr. ‘Jane Doe,’ Ed.D.” Yeah, we get it. You have to tell the world twice in four words you believe you’re really, really smart and want us to believe it, too.
Don’t know how to include pics in comments and in general have trouble following Twatter troughs but I read one of her 140-character shits and am confused:
“[The] Head Porter who then launched into a tirade about how people treat him…He’d never talk like this to actual white men who behave badly.”
I must be missing something because it looks like she’s admitting to being a bitch and suffering consequences therefrom. Can someone unravel this nonsense?
I also need to take this action because most people aggressed by the mostly white doorkeepers and all white all male Porters (as far as I can see)…
Let me see if I have this straight – this professor, who is high up the social and economic ladder, is being oppressed by white men who do her dirty work ? Right; the other way around, were she a PoP and the porters PoCs that would be racist too. Behold the power of The Pyramid of Racism™ from the other day.
…I attempt to complain to address me as anything other than ‘madam.’…
Anything ? OK.
“Dr. ‘Jane Doe,’ Ed.D.” Yeah, we get it. You have to tell the world twice in four words you believe you’re really, really smart and want us to believe it, too.
OTOH, it is useful so that no one could confuse her with a doctor who could cure your epizootis, or one a degree in a real subject, say, nuclear physics.
Competent, secure people don’t need to preface every human action by reciting from their C.V.
That. Much in the same way that anyone telling you they’re a strong, independent woman isn’t; or anyone telling you that they’re “empowered” has none.
I must be missing something because it looks like she’s admitting to being a bitch and suffering consequences therefrom.
Same here.
“140-character shits”
I’ve seen these described as thought-turds.
I must be missing something because it looks like she’s admitting to being a bitch and suffering consequences therefrom.
Yes, I think that’s the meat of it. It’s a cliché, and true, that you can often tell a lot about someone by how they treat waiters, checkout assistants, etc. – anyone they imagine to be of lower social standing.
Don’t know how to include pics in comments

Thus, with the image URL tucked snugly between the quotation marks. Just keep the image size within reason. Otherwise I’ll have to faff about resizing it to fit, and then I’ll hate you with the righteous fire of a thousand supernovas.
OTOH, it is useful so that no one could confuse her with a [real] doctor…
Any such confusion was dispelled within the first thirty seconds of conversation. My interactions with this person were professional and outside the area of her (nominal) expertise. Nonetheless, she seemed to believe that the letters fore and aft of her name granted her some sort of universal knowledge not seen since Gottfried Leibnitz. I cannot tell you how much perverse joy I experienced the many times I would listen to her expound for five or ten minutes on some legal question then turn to me for affirmation, only for me to reply, “Well, no, actually.”
David, the sizing of your html tutorial above seem a little . . . aggressive.
David, the sizing of your html tutorial above seem a little . . . aggressive.
Er, that’s Mr Thompson, if you don’t mind.
David Thompson’s Blog: No one admitted with a proper honorific.
What’s that you say, R. Sherman?
OMG, Darleen, you’re right. I should have appended to my name, “kurfürstliche Markgraf von und zum Oil Trough and all-around dumbass.”
My apologies to our host.
Competent, secure people don’t need to preface every human action by reciting from their C.V.
Indeed, or wearing them. Taken from real life…
A short while later…
David Thompson’s Blog: No one admitted with a proper honorific.
As a friend once said, if you can put more initials after your name than are in your name, you are overeducated.
Thus, with the image URL tucked snugly between the quotation marks. Just keep the image size within reason.
. . . and be warned that reason in HTML as handled by Typepad is a variable. Using the Preview button is always recommended, but even that can get a well formed post that does indeed have all of a picture, where the picture then starts disappearing out the right side once actually arriving in the comments . . .
I think we can make do with not having to go all the way down to “hey, you!”.
I recommend “Bub” and “Chickie”.
. . . zum Oil Trough and . . .
I’ve always been fond of Bug Tussle.
Relatively near me is Placerville, which had a change of names. Given what’s apparently a quite benign and reasonable history, I don’t see what was wrong with being called Hangtown . . . !
Talking of preening, delusional cows from Cambridge…
Dr Victoria Bateman
Dr Victoria Bateman
I’m not entirely convinced that she isn’t unwell.
I’ve always thought that there is an inverse relationship between one’s personal emphasis on titles, degrees, etc. and one’s actual competence & security. Competent, secure people don’t need to preface every human action by reciting from their C.V.
There’s a Doctor of Chemistry I’ve read of, a fellow named Isaac Asimov, where as I recall, he’s stated that the one time that he’s actually cited his doctorate was in replying to a letter where doctorates were insistently getting waved about.
In turn, there is a friend of mine who has his own doctorate in crystallography or so, had a long career running a Uni lab and regularly consulting with other assorted related doctors, is one of the cofounders of a fairly large and quite thriving international organization, has piled up rather a few major titles and awards in that organization. At times, I have heard The Titles get pulled out, pretty much only in the particularly relevant circumstances, and only to make certain of Are you [name and title]?.
And quite for the most part, even down to his Uni email address, he introduces himself as, and everyone refers to him by, a nickname he got as a teenager when he took a spectacularly flying tumble over the bars of a bicycle.
Dr Victoria Bateman
I wonder if she’d support a man’s right to control his own body. Specifically his erection. His penis, his choice, right? Rape, on demand and without apology! And no one even has to die, so it’s win-win!
I’m not entirely convinced that she isn’t unwell.
No. Not tripping my BPDar. Just a typical over-indulged emotional adolescent pulling the “I hate you Dad/Pay attention to meeeee” routine.
Dr Victoria Bateman
“There goes the bloody male gaze again. Hello! My face is UP HERE! By the way did you notice my feminist fashion?”
Nice bod. I wonder if she’d be so bold if she had pancake tits and flab for days. Also, why does she have to cover her snatch? It’s like the goddamned Handmaid’s Tale over there!
Just a typical over-indulged emotional adolescent pulling the “I hate you Dad/Pay attention to meeeee” routine.
Well, I think that counts as unwell. If a person is acting out their psychodramas using incongruous confrontational nudity – i.e., nudity intended to unnerve, embarrass or annoy, followed by disingenuous accusations of prudishness – then something went wrong somewhere. And we’ve seen much the same mindset before.
It wasn’t pretty then either, physically or psychologically.
Nice bod.
Adjust your monitor.
Adjust your monitor.
I too seem to be immune to her attributes. Must be my piety and all that clean living.
I thought “for a feminist harpie” goes unsaid. I expected Trigglypuff and got your best friend’s mom. Stop raping me with your normative white supremacist capitalist patriarchal judgement.
Must be my piety and all that clean living.
I have neither of those, but if there was ever a case for avoiding crazy with ones johnson (or not even with your worst enemy’s), this is a textbook example.