Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Confession Wednesday: Terms of "Endearment"
K.
K-Lo.
Weiner.
I have a few nicknames.
(And no, I'm still not telling you where Weiner came from.)
I don't mind nicknames. I actually rather like them. There's usually some sort of history involved, or some connection between the namer and the namee.
But, then there are terms of endearment.
Those are cool, too. Depending on the term and who it's coming from.
Here's the thing, though. There's something I CANNOT stand when it comes to nicknames or whatever you want to call them.
I absolutely hate being called beautiful, gorgeous or anything of the sort. As in, "Hello, Beautiful."
It has nothing to do with self-esteem issues or insecurities. It's just something I really don't like. I can't even really explain why. It just bugs me. I have a name, please use it.
And please DO NOT use it with Miss at the beginning. As in, "Miss Karen."
Ooh, I can't tell you how closely that sound resembles nails on a chalkboard to my ears. I mean, that's what preschool kids call their teachers.
(Which is a whole other issue. I mean, is it REALLY that much harder for a kid to learn a last name? Why is Miss Karen so much easier than Miss Peterson?)
(Yes, I realize there's a whole extra syllable in there, but what about Smith? Or Brown? Or Jones?)
So, that's where I am on the whole names thing. You can call me Weiner--
(If you're one of the privileged few who know WHY you're calling me that...)
--but DON'T call me Miss Karen.
What do you all think? Any names that drive you crazy? Any names you love? Link up and share!
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Actually... I've been called many things, as well. MOST of them having to do with my lack of TALLNESS... However, there's one that makes me CRINGE and only ONE person can get away with calling me it. "Holly Dolly" GAH!!! So my brother-in-law is quite a card and he's the only one I tolerate it with and that's because the first time he did, he'd just driven from Hesparia, CA to LV with hubby in record time to rescue me and my 18 month old in the middle of the night having blown the engine in the loaded truck on my way to them from UT... There's a friend of my hubby that is like nails on a chalk board just for existing... (Did I say that??? WOW!) ANYWAY, he is ALWAYS calling me that and it BUGS the crud out of me! *sigh* There you have it. ;D
ReplyDeleteMy name is Roberta. Some have called me Bobbie. My nickname that most everyone uses is Berta. I like it but my mom hates it. There have been a few through the years that thought is cute to call me Bertha. THEMS FIGHTING WORDS! Don't call me that!
ReplyDeleteMy family nickname is Tina. But I hate it. And only my family can call me that. My SIL started calling me Tina, and it irritates me to no end.
ReplyDeleteAdam was writing up an email to his family, when we were at Disneyland, and he called me Tina in the email. I freaked out!!! I told him he was never, ever to do that again.
I actually don't have any real nicknames. However, there is one thing that I've noticed we've started doing that I swore we would not do. Hubster and I have started calling each other "Dad" and "Mom." Are you kidding me?
ReplyDeleteI don't like being called stuff like honey or sweetie (except by my spouse). It just seems condescending. But the guy at Starbucks calls me Peaches, and too bad I love it so much I almost blush when he says it.
ReplyDeleteYou can call me Peaches if you want. Or Miss Jackson if you're nasty.
I really do not like Mam. I think it's linked to an underlying age insult.
ReplyDeleteI am also NOT fond of sweety, honey, or any term that is used generically by people who are not close enough to me to be calling me such things.
It really bugs me when people (especially in a professional setting) call me sweet heart, or cutie or honey. I find it is usually done by people that are older than me and they use it as a way to make sure I know it. Even when I am THEIR manager. Yuck!
ReplyDeleteI would rather hear Beautiful than...let's see...Beast, Ox or the Dominator. (I used to be really strong...) Mostly I get called Jennee the Penny and it drives me crazy!
ReplyDelete"Hey, beautiful" sounds a sexist sort of condescending. It's disingenuous when it comes from someone you know calls EVERY female beautiful or gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI giggled when you said you hated "Hello, Beautiful" because it brought to mind sleazy guys trying to hit on women in bars on sitcoms.
ReplyDeleteYou've got my curosity piqued... Weiner?
I like it when my mom calls me Babycakes. And I hate it when she calls anyone else that. It's MY nickname with her. Once, she even called her dog babycakes and I had a cow.
I do NOT like being called mute.
Hi Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSorry - I had to.
I have to have a level of comfort with someone before its okay for them to call me "Jo". I pretty much won't answer to it if a person is still outside the comfort zone.
My full name is Patricia (I go by Tricia), and I HATE it when people assume they can call me "Pat" or "Patty". HATE HATE it. Why do strangers think they can make up a totally different name for me?
ReplyDeleteI don't really have any nicknames but oddly enough I would like one. I guess I am just not talented that way. Somtimes my husband calls me babe. But most of the time I just get called Karen. I don't like to be called Mam or Miss. Yuck.
ReplyDeleteI have a few nicknames I don't like, or that only certain people can call me.
ReplyDeleteBut my real pet peeve with "terms of endearment" are couples that call each other "babe" or "honey" ALL THE TIME. Whenever I hear it, it just seems so forced. Yuck.
I love when people call me G. I wish everyone did...and most people do once they get to know me.
ReplyDeleteYay! I can call you Weiner (insert evil laugh).
ReplyDeleteMy sister used to tease me when I was young and call me "woman." To this day, I hate being referred to as a woman. I won't call myself a woman. I'm a girl. And, I'll call myself a girl until the day I die. :)
My step-mother used to call me Jan, and I HATED it. She even put Jan on my Christmas stocking, which infuriated me. I don't think anyone else has ever called me that, lucky for them.
ReplyDeleteMy ex-step-father used to call me Munchkin, which got shortened to Munch. And I never thought much about it (I was 10) until he called me "Munch" in front of some of my friends, who laughed hysterically.