The Name Meme
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figmoStolen from many other journals....
That Name Meme. If you call me...
Lynn, you're either a friend, co-worker, or someone who has known me primarily in-person any time since my teens.
Lynnie, you're either a relative, someone who's known me since I was a young child, or you've seen or heard someone calling me that.
Lynn Ann, you're either my mother or my brother and you're trying to get under my skin, or you've read my name off my resume and aren't sure what to call me.
Figmo, you either mostly know me from online or have discovered my "handle" and get a kick out of using it (and you don't realize it's spelled with ALL CAPS).
Gayle, you were in my eartraining class years ago or you heard me on KGO during my brief stint reporting traffic for them.
Horse Face, you rode the bus from Willingboro to Moorestown Friends with me (and if you ever call me that, you're dead meat).
lgold, you're a sysadmin at my day job.
Princess, you're Warren, and you're the only person who can get away with calling me that.
Mrs. Gold, you're either a telephone solicitor or an ill-mannered person.
Miss Gold, you're someone who's either addressing me formally or someone who doesn't know me but at least has manners.
Mr. Gold, you're either a telemarketer or someone sending me junk mail .
Lynn A. Gold, you're some company who got my name off a form.
Ann, you're someone who mistakenly took my middle name as my first name from some form.
Dr. Gold, you're a friend being silly. (Normally I correct folks when they do this, as "Dr. Gold" was my father, and "Mr. Gold" is my brother. This was also how we distributed mail in our house -- I got all the "Miss Gold" and "Ms. Gold" mail, Mom got all the "Mrs. Gold" mail, Dad got "Dr. Gold, my brother got "Mr. Gold," and if it was addressed to "Occupant" or "Resident," the family dog got it.)
Mrs. Crispin, you're over 15 years out of date.
That Name Meme. If you call me...
Lynn, you're either a friend, co-worker, or someone who has known me primarily in-person any time since my teens.
Lynnie, you're either a relative, someone who's known me since I was a young child, or you've seen or heard someone calling me that.
Lynn Ann, you're either my mother or my brother and you're trying to get under my skin, or you've read my name off my resume and aren't sure what to call me.
Figmo, you either mostly know me from online or have discovered my "handle" and get a kick out of using it (and you don't realize it's spelled with ALL CAPS).
Gayle, you were in my eartraining class years ago or you heard me on KGO during my brief stint reporting traffic for them.
Horse Face, you rode the bus from Willingboro to Moorestown Friends with me (and if you ever call me that, you're dead meat).
lgold, you're a sysadmin at my day job.
Princess, you're Warren, and you're the only person who can get away with calling me that.
Mrs. Gold, you're either a telephone solicitor or an ill-mannered person.
Miss Gold, you're someone who's either addressing me formally or someone who doesn't know me but at least has manners.
Mr. Gold, you're either a telemarketer or someone sending me junk mail .
Lynn A. Gold, you're some company who got my name off a form.
Ann, you're someone who mistakenly took my middle name as my first name from some form.
Dr. Gold, you're a friend being silly. (Normally I correct folks when they do this, as "Dr. Gold" was my father, and "Mr. Gold" is my brother. This was also how we distributed mail in our house -- I got all the "Miss Gold" and "Ms. Gold" mail, Mom got all the "Mrs. Gold" mail, Dad got "Dr. Gold, my brother got "Mr. Gold," and if it was addressed to "Occupant" or "Resident," the family dog got it.)
Mrs. Crispin, you're over 15 years out of date.
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Date: 2004-03-15 02:17 pm (UTC)(For those who don't know... Lynn's the only person I know who shares my birthday; we're exactly ten years apart in age.)
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Date: 2004-03-18 08:48 am (UTC)OTOH, now that you mention it, I do have several friends who call me "Mommy" or "Mother," and there's a cute story behind it. Years ago I used to go roller skating with a bunch of folks from Stanford. We always went on Thursdays, which was "Family Night" at the rink. We paid $3/person, but if we were a family, the "parents" would pay $2/person and each "child" would pay $1/person up to six kids per adult. It was well known that the oldest person in the party refused to be a "parent" to get us the better deal (he was self-conscious of his age), so I realized I'd have to be the one to initiate the deal, and it wouldn't work unless I picked anyone but him to be my "husband."
One day I got there just before the rest of the crew, so on a whim I told the cashier, "The next people to walk in will be my husband and my children." I stuck my head out the door, yelled to them, "I just got us the family deal," and made sure my "husband" was one of the two other staff members in the party." (I later learned I'd picked someone gay to be my "husband," which made it that much funnier.) Note that one of my "sons" was a strapping, handsome (and rather dark) black guy who, whenever he sees me, calls me "Mommy!" I, of course, embrace him, exclaiming, "My son!" The looks we get are priceless.