By Ritch | October 5, 2009
So the UK tour is over and I’m back home doing a bit of shopping with the family. We pop into Thomas the Bakers’ for a spot of light refreshment when my 4 year old daughter says “Daddy, can I have a gingerbread person?”
Ah! How cute I think to myself as I correct her telling her it’s gingerbread man. “No Daddy, it’s gingerbread person”
I scan the counter of all things yummy and there, wedged between the cheese straws and yum yums are a few familiar looking fellows advertised as ‘gingerbread persons’
Now I’ve been giving this some thought, and the only reason I can think of why anyone could possibly be offended by a gingerbread man being called a gingerbread man is that it may seem presumptuous of someone to name a gingerbread man a man when it could have actually been created as a woman.
But then surely the baker who’s selling the gingerbread men is well aware of the sex of his ginger biscuits. His train of thought must go something like – “right then, now I’ve finished the muffins, I better get on with making the gingerbread men.”
So there’s absolutely no question about it, they’re definitely male. So why call them persons?
Anyway, the fact that it was eaten before I’d even paid for it leads me to believe that, all names aside, they’re still as tasty as ever.
Speaking of which, did anyone notice how tasty our London show was? I thought we were rather excellent.
Tokyo, bring it on!