Now you’ve got me thinking of what I associate with “Sally”. Sally from Peanuts. Sally Forth. Mustang Sally. Sally Field. And yeah, farmers in calico frocks. Not sure any of those are what you want!
I’m a Jeffrey. Always sounded kind of prissy I thought. But I like Jeff just fine. The thing I really hate is Jeffy…it puts me in mind of the insufferable little kid in Family Circus and always makes me want to hit whoever said it.
I don’t like my last name, everyone mispronounces the primary vowel sound as short when it should be long.
I like my first name, but I don’t like the nickname Rae. My mom always called me Rae when I was growing up. Rach is cool, though. Or Rachel. Anything but Rae.
I like mine, Shannon, pretty well. The only thing I dislike about it is that it reinforces the erroneous assumption that I’m all Irish, which I hate. I mean, it’s okay if people think it, but I hate them confidently declaring that I must be when it’s only 25% true.
Another Rachel here. I am used to my name now, but as a kid I wanted the name Sarah.
I secretly loathe the nickname Rach. Can’t explain why. It just grates on my nerves.
A few years ago I worked with someone who called me “Rachey.” He had the most adorable accent so I found that to be just fine. No one else will do it though. Oh well.
I like my name fine now, though it was the subject of some teasing when I was a kid. But really, anything would have been. One thing I’ve never liked is being called by the diminutive.
…Have you ever read Diana Wynne Jones’ book Howl’s Moving Castle? It’s set in a fantasy world, but during the book it’s revealed that the Wizard Howl is in fact Welsh and his name is Howell (I presume an Anglicization of the name, since he speaks Welsh with his family). He just doesn’t like it and renamed himself something more glamorous. Maybe you should try calling yourself Howl! 
And by Zeus I hate your attitude too. Mum and Dad bring a new born into the world with all good intentions that they hope will help the child move forward in life …people should be more understanding of mum and dad.
Perhaps Skald WTF he is shouldn’t use Zeus’ name in vain; Zeus in mythology would not be proud of a wimp like Skald who was afraid to use his name because he didn’t like it, it upset the little bubba, boo hoo. How fucken Rude and Offensive with your lack of respect for your Heritage …And you Dare to call on Zeus. Shame on you, may he strike you dead.
Dennis Arthur, it’s against the rules to use that type of language against another poster in this forum. If you have a problem with another poster, you make a thread in the BBQ Pit.
Don’t do this again.
I hate my nicknames, but not my given name. I made a thread a few months back about the joy of being ‘Antonio’ in an 'Anthony’s world…
It’s not a bad name but… it’s been weird because other people are stupid. If I had a dollar for every time I have been told that I don’t look Mexican, I would be sitting on a fat pile of cash. And I’m really tired of hearing it. It’s Shannon.
I don’t mind now. But it’s difficult sometimes and I just don’t fit in people’s little boxes.
Another Kristin here! I like my name. The only thing that irks me is when people call me “Kirstin”. Or rather, “KEEERstin”. I am not a Kirstin. I am a Kristin. 
Sorry Idle and Skald. Typical me, getting caught up in the moment. Please accept my sincere apology and I will promise not to get agitated again… just riling Skald up and I am sure he/she isn’t a real wimp.
On a more positive note, I like my name and find it discerning that others find so much fault with their name, but then again not every body is like me. Thank God/Zeus.
I was named after Dennis the Menace comics my mother loved and had all the comics… my elder brother was to be called Dennis but the horrible horrible in-laws talked her out of it … so she declared to them all in angry defiance, after their unwarranted and annoying interference, “that the next boy I have is gunna be call Dennis”… and here I am: That Kid That Was Gunna Be Called Dennis.
Not many have a story like mine, mine was an official declaration against people who expected and forced my mother to conform, so naturally I am proud and a non-conformist to anyone who challenges me and my name and my heritage.
I grew up with a cat named Zeus, he was the runt of the litter (my aunt had a sense of humor).
Oh that reminds me. My sister calls me Rachey sometimes. I like it too 
Well there you go, my cousin Rachel is 40 years old and we all call her Rachey. What a small world.
There has been a trend in Australia to shorten first names to the first couple of letters followed by a one or a couple of zeds (or zees in the Us). For example: Karen becomes Kaz, Darren becomes Daz; on the odd occasion an “a” is added, ie Barry becomes Bazza, Tanya becomes Tazza et cetera…
This. and my middle name is Dennis. So i was either running around the neighborhood chasing the “not me” ghost, or craving Dairy Queen.
Thanks, mom and dad!!
I think my Aussie friend has called me Rachey but no one else.
I can trump you all! My parents can’t even agree on how to pronounce my name and it has been a non-stop bone of contention. It is a name from my Dad’s side of the family, but is in a different language, Norwegian, so there is no agreed upon US pronunciation with which to settle the debate. I am 35 years old and to this day if I mention to my mom something about my Dad and his pronunciation, she gets all riled up. I was passively estranged from my father for about 15 years and when I was invited to Thanksgiving dinner last year, I was all in a tizzy about the fact that my car’s license plate is the phonetic version of what my mom calls me.
As a result, I HATED my name with a burning passion for many a year. I even went so far as to pick an entirely different name and insisted everyone call me that from 2nd through 8th grade (although my Dad never complied) Around 8th grade I realized that the name I had chosen did not suit me and went back to my original name when I started HS. Only problem? I didn’t know how to pronounce it <whoops> So I pretty much let people choose which version to use. After a while, I decided that since my mom paid the bills, her version would win.
As for misspellings and mispronunciations, they are rampant. With co-workers, I have instituted a penalty system. The first error, it is a friendly reminder and I advise them of the penalty for making the mistake twice - a bottle of booze. The 2nd time, they are given my preference for vodka. The funny thing to me, is that I have never specified the size of the bottle, but no one has done the airplane bottle size. They always provide a full sized bottle. Woot! Outsiders get a pass, but I do try and make sure they realize their mistake before it goes on too long and they are embarrassed when they finally realize.
For reference of the degree of error on my name, the following are all common interpretations of my 5 letter name: Mark, Marti, Marion, Meredith, Marriott, Mary, Margaret, Matt, Merritt, Merit, Marilyn. Recently I received an email reply addressed to Harit.
I used to hate “Arthur” (I go by middle name: Bill), but now I don’t anymore. It’s a good, strong name and was the name of one of my favorite Kings. It was also my dad’s name. 
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Rachel. Don’t really like it. I don’t hate it, but I’ve never felt like it was me. It’s also pretty common in my age-slash-demographic, such that there were six of us in the honors college class of 75 that I was a part of. Also, everyone tries to spell it Rachael, which annoys me.
Also, when I was working in customer service, people liked to tell me that it was a biblical name. Because, you know, I might be completely unaware of that.
It just doesn’t feel like my name.
Joel. I didn’t care for it much it first, but it grew on me. Now I feel sorry for the Bobs and Steves and Pauls. There was a couple of years when I had another Joel in my department and I didn’t for care for that at all. It is also short and easy to spell.