The Revival of Chivalry

This morning I woke up and was stumbling into the bathroom to take a shower when I heard voices. No, not the kind of voices that crazy people hear in their heads. These were real voices and it sounded like they were coming from just outside my front door. I hesitantly walked to the door, stood on my tip-toes, and peeked out the peep hole. What did I see? Several inches of snow and several guys in the ward shoveling our walks. My heart melted just a little. Nothing gets me quite like good, old-fashioned chivalry. I think I was maybe born in the wrong era, because when I watch movies like Pride and Prejudice it makes me wish I lived in a time when men respected women the way Mr. Darcy respects Elizabeth Bennett. Sure, it's a little extreme for the man to stand up every time a women enters or exits a room, but a toned down version of that would be nice. It's unfortunate that in today's world a man can't open a door for a woman without the fear of her becoming offended. Obviously I can open a door by myself. I can do a lot of things by myself, but the simple acts of courtesy from a man to a woman are appreciated. Call me old-fashioned, but I get a little offended if the boy doesn't open the door for me. When he helps me with my coat, pulls my chair out, or offers to carry something heavy for me it is not implying that he thinks I'm incapable of performing the acts myself, rather that he has some respect for me. And so today when I saw the boys in my ward going from apartment to apartment, shoveling the snow for all 80 girls in the ward, it gave me a little hope. Perhaps chivalry isn't dead after all. If it is, perhaps the men in the BYU 84th ward are doing their best to revive it. Here's to the resurgence of chivalry and gentlemanly acts of courtesy and respect.