Paprika um, no.
Err yes, but generally affectionately. it’s that whole shortening to one sylable thing.
Rika occasionally, and I don’t object.
Rita nope.
Eureka yep.
Ricki again, no.
America absolutely not.
Ech no.
Icky no.
Kika and, no.
They missed the only one I ever truely hated - Er-i-poo, which took a damn long time to shake.
I’m also called E on a reasonably regular basis by good friends, and I don’t object at all.
Other nicknames had nothing at all to do with my first name.
It’s a rather bizarre ice cream flavor. Well, not bizarre, just kinda gross. It’s chocolate, something pink, and something green, and kind of looks like they stuck hunks of left over flavors in a big bucket. Though I assume SOMEONE likes it, as they continue to make/market/sell the stuff.
Dawn dishwashing liquid nope
Dawn on me nope
Dawn Juan nope
Dawn of the dead nope
The crack of dawn yep
Daylight yep
Day break yep
Sunrise yep
Dawnald Duck nope
Delta Dawn yep
Ding-Dawn nope
Dawn the Fawn yep
Dawn the Spawn yep
Some people in my family can get away with calling me Dawnie, but I hate that too. I also once had a boss who called me Sunshine (yuck!) so much, he would forget my real name.
Kathleen here. The ones I was actually called, I’ll put in ALL CAPS:
KOO KOO
KI KI
Kit Kat - In reference to a brand of candy bar.
GASOLINE
Kathy Clean
Kathyellenie
Fat A Lean
KATHLEEN THE BEAN
CAFFEINE
Lean Ball
Kat
KATHLEENIE WEENIE
KATHLEEN THE BATH QUEEN
Kathleeny J Beany
Katydid
Kitty
They had my name, but no “Drawbacks” section. I guess “Stacie”, ranked 516th in popularity in 1990, just isn’t common enough to relish teasing nicknames. The closest name-calling I got, that was related to my name, was ‘Acie Stacie’ and that was because of Wall-Ball and 4-Square games and my habit of being very good at “acies” (catching the ball after someone else hits it, before it hits the ground, earning them an ‘out’) - it was more of an insult on my height (being so close to the ground), not my name. All the other teasing was completely unrelated to my name.