Most Darling Internetz,
Those of you with un-nickname-able names are lucky. With a name like Jennifer, I have a plethora of nicknames of which to choose. Perhaps “plethora” is a bit of an exaggeration, but there are at least two nicknames that I’ve been called.
When I was a baby, I was called Jennifer. Sometime during my childhood, Jennifer was reduced to Jenny. Most everyone I know from my childhood, all the way up through college and a few years beyond knows me as Jenny.
My parents call me Jenny. My husband calls me Jenny.
A few years ago, I decided that I’d prefer to be called Jennifer. This wasn’t a decision that I announced like, “hey people who’ve called me Jenny for over 20 years! Yes, you! Call me Jennifer now, mkay?” Nothing like that, I just started introducing myself to new people as Jennifer. Whenever Tate introduces me to new people, he does so as Jenny. This has caused some hard to explain moments.
At Carson’s recent birthday party, my people-who-call-me-Jennifer friends were brought together with my people-who-call-me-Jenny friends. Each was surprised to hear me called by the other name. “But I thought you hated Jenny?” (I do kinda.) “I didn’t know you preferred to be called Jennifer?” (Yep) While I’d prefer to just go by Jennifer, it would be odd to hear my childhood friends or my parents to start calling me Jennifer at this point. This seems to make people feel weird, though, when they find out about my double name possibilities.
To further complicate manners, there are people who call me Jen. The funny thing about this is if complete strangers automatically ASSume they can just shorten my name and call me Jen, it irritates me to no end. I don’t feel this way if a friend up and decides to call me Jen, even if they’ve never asked.
A final thought on names…since Ella has become a thumb sucker, can I keep the “Binky Bitch” moniker? Is that breaking some sort of sacred Internet rule if I’m continued to be called by a name that no longer accurately describes me?
Your (hot as hell) friend,