There’s none that are popular and well known, but many that are obscure and unusual.
It’s not professional exactly, but I really like the IWW’s Fellow Worker, which can be written as FW like how people write Mr., before names. It’s gender neutral, and you don’t have to be employed to be called a Fellow Worker, even, all it really requires is that you not be an employer/capitalist/bourgeoisie/cop (though since it’s really only used among Wobblies, an IWW membership is sorta de facto a requirement). It’s also got quite a long history, so it doesn’t feel like a made-up term like so many of those gender-neutral professional addresses.
You know, I had me a nice lookin’ job, and it paid pretty good, you know. And I got myself a swimming pool, a Wide-Track Pontiac, even a snowmobile - one of the [Japanese] makes. But the more I spent, the more I’d end up owing, and I had to work overtime at the goddamn job! Well, I’m in the locker room one night, after the shift, and the janitor comes in, and he says: “Fellow worker, you look mighty unhappy.”
And I said, “Huh?”
He said, “Read this,” and he gives me a book.
So I said, “What’s this?”
And he said, “It’s State and Revolution. It’s by Lenin.”
Well, I’m not a man who reads many books, but I read that book, and now I know: That as long as you sell yourself, you cannot be yourself! And you cannot snowmobile your way down the forest trail to inner peace!
There’s none that are popular and well known, but many that are obscure and unusual.
It’s not professional exactly, but I really like the IWW’s Fellow Worker, which can be written as FW like how people write Mr., before names. It’s gender neutral, and you don’t have to be employed to be called a Fellow Worker, even, all it really requires is that you not be an employer/capitalist/bourgeoisie/cop (though since it’s really only used among Wobblies, an IWW membership is sorta de facto a requirement). It’s also got quite a long history, so it doesn’t feel like a made-up term like so many of those gender-neutral professional addresses.
You know, I had me a nice lookin’ job, and it paid pretty good, you know. And I got myself a swimming pool, a Wide-Track Pontiac, even a snowmobile - one of the [Japanese] makes. But the more I spent, the more I’d end up owing, and I had to work overtime at the goddamn job! Well, I’m in the locker room one night, after the shift, and the janitor comes in, and he says: “Fellow worker, you look mighty unhappy.”
And I said, “Huh?”
He said, “Read this,” and he gives me a book.
So I said, “What’s this?”
And he said, “It’s State and Revolution. It’s by Lenin.”
Well, I’m not a man who reads many books, but I read that book, and now I know: That as long as you sell yourself, you cannot be yourself! And you cannot snowmobile your way down the forest trail to inner peace!
Quoting old union songs aside, GOOD suggestion.