These are some pictures that I found when I Googled 'nicknames'. Part of a burro, crazy hair Bowie, a caricature by Albert 'Wooltops' Hodgson and a list of soroity nick names.
I don't know much about sororities, but I do know that in the college town where my brother lives, the Tri Delta's are definitely monikered the Tri Sluts.
Another thought on nicknames: Giving nicknames to mostly strangers. I think everyone I know does this. For instance, in my personal universe, I have nicknames for everyone. Roast Beef Guy was a guy I met at the deli counter who was very dreamy. He told me the merits of the Boar's Head Londonbroil Roast Beef. My friends would always ask "have you seen Roast Beef Guy lately?", to which I always replied "no" because I never saw him again. He was an angel on temporary leave from meat heaven.
There was Hot Cheese Guy, a guy I had a crush on who worked at a natural food store (in the specialty cheese section). Later I found out his real name and his real girlfriends name as well. To me he will always be Hot Cheese Guy.
Then there is the rabble of not-quite-homeless-but-definitely-unemployed people who hang out all day on the main drag of the town I live in. There's Guy In Red, Arm Guy, who vociferously punches his right arm out in front of him every time he takes a step with his right foot, Fat Guy On The Porch and Eyebrows.
At first I was worried that I was too quickly judging people, pigeon holing them to make my life easier. Then I realized that these fun, quirky people are lovely ornaments to my life. I don't have to be emotionally involved with them, yet I either interact with them enough, or they left a big impression in a little span of time to make them memorable. I love these people. I need these people. I can spend time making up stories of why Fat Guy On The Porch won't cover his 400 pound frame with a large piece of cloth before wandering out onto the porch. I could fantasize about Hot Cheese Guy suprising me with a free block of Straveccio Parmesan with his phone number written on the wrapper. They feed my daydreams, my creativity and my curiosity.
I feel so lucky.
4 comments:
I left my comment on the wrong post! But you're a clever Mollie. I'm sure you can handle it!
Have a good weekend.
HOORAYY! Those are soem fantastic results. P.S. this is ur kid speaking. i took ur advice and i made my own. enjoy. ps. for easy remembering i made my name www.notasstupendouslyodd.blogspot.com.
nicknames are great, sometimes. the best are the ones that make no sense and no one remembers how it came about. like Lip, or Buttocks for example. If you try to get yourself a nicknmae it rarley sticks Ive noticed. usually leave it to some drunk putz to spit uo something that winds up sticking forever. Worse is when the event is so specifically dumb/amazing/noteworhty that a nickname doesnt do it justice nad people keep recalling the event in its entirity i.e "Hey JCB remember that time you went skating drunk down that brick hill in January and knocked out your front teeth and were too drunk to feel it until you took a drink of some cold champagne and banged your new wound with the cold bottle lip! God that was funny!!! holy shit" yeah I think I'd rather jsut get the nickname than relive to vile event year after fukking year. Ugh
heyy I was just wonderin if the tri delts have anything to do with Columbus Ohio...
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