It is popularly said that chivalry is dead. What is not often discussed is who killed it.

Permit me to paint the picture. Some of us men are still old-time chivalrous folks who like to ride in on a horse when we hear a damsel in distress cry for help.

We ride in swashbuckle the bad guy or beast and sweep the dame off her feet.

These days, however, the damsels do a damn good job of beating off the enemy and then welcome us with a sword pointed at our chest.

Now you know who killed chivalry. Duhhh.