My latest book has me shuffling back and forth between men pitching woo in 1947 and 2012 and considering the differences. I wasn't around for the post-war woo, but I suspect it was courtlier and more chivalrous than what we see these days.
Don't get me wrong: I love being a modern woman. I would not erase one hundred years of progress for those of us blessed with two x chromosomes . . . not for all the leather jackets gallantly tossed over mud puddles in the world.
It is heartening, however, to see some traditions continue. Men walking on the traffic side of the street to protect their ladies, for one.
I am not my grandmother, who would stand stock-still for ten minutes beside a car door waiting for a gentleman to open it—but I'm happy to have a door opened for me whenever possible.
If there is a snake or spider nearby, I'm going to require a white knight bearing sword or heel.
I think most women are comforted knowing there are men out there they can call on in times of need. My husband is that kind of guy; always dependable in a crisis (if you can get him to answer his cell phone). For those times he's unavailable, I can turn to what I think of as "the men in my village." They're friends of mine, relatives, friends of my husband's, husbands of girlfriends . . . we all have them, ladies. I am grateful for the men in my village.
Chivalrous men, your mama raised you right. We thank you.
"I often think a lot of women's attraction to vampires is based on the fact that vampires come from centuries ago, from eras of chivalry and courtly virtues."
"I heard that chivalry was dead, but I think it's just got a bad flu."
"If you're walking with your lady on the sidewalk, I still like to see a man walking street-side, to protect the lady from traffic. I grew up with that, and I hate to see something like that get lost. I still like to see that a man opens the door. I like those touches of chivalry that are fast disappearing."
Love from Delta.