[ul]the drummer in my old band[/ul]
[ul]my immediate supervisor at work[/ul]
[ul]my bosses sister-in-law[/ul]
[ul]all the rest of you stupid fucks who think it’s cute to call me “Ricky”[/ul]
Knock that shit off! I’m getting really sick of it!
My name is Richard, and I don’t mind if you call me Richard. My late grandmothers called me Richard to the day they died. Some store owners call me Richard, since that’s the name they have in their records or see on my debit card.
However, I prefer to be called Rik. This is the diminutive I have chosen. Not Ricky. Rik. I neither need nor want my my name to be diminished any further. I’ve already shrunk my name from Richard to Rick to Rik. I do not want my name cutsey-fied.
I don’t care if you’re calling me “Ricky” as an “affectionate” nickname. I don’t feel affection for you. And Ms. Supervisor, I don’t even like you. After about the fortieth time you’ve called me Ricky, and I’ve politely asked you to not call me Ricky, and yet you keep doing it anyway, I’m going from irritated to royally pissed off. You’re even less amusing than usual when you call me “Ricky…, er, Rik…” Oh yeah, girl, show me see that you’re making an “effort” to call me by the correct name! Work it! Emphasize your “effort” by keeping on calling me Ricky and then immediately correcting yourself! Tell you what. I’m sure you won’t mind if I mispronounce your your name and start calling you “Suckie”. And then, if you were about 90% more attractive than you are, and if your personality was about 90% less grating than it is, and if you were kneeling if front of me Suckie-ing my Dicky, I might let you call me Ricky.
Harrumph.
I recently read an article, in a magazine for writers, about naming your characters. The article made this observation:
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When you call me Ricky, you’re telling me that you think I’m lower than you. That you don’t respect me as a man, or as a professional. Maybe even worse, I wonder if you somehow think you’re being my “friend” by calling me by an “affectionate” nickname. Sorry, but my friends respect my wishes regarding the name I’ve chosen to be called.
Dale Carnegie said something I really liked in his book, How to Win Friends and Influence People. I’ll paraphrase, since I don’t have the book at hand. He said the the most beautiful sound to any man is the sound of his own name. Get his name right, and you’ll have a lot more success in dealing with that man.
I’ll say it one last time: My name is Rik, not Ricky! Don’t call me Ricky!