Only middling RhymerDrama today. Here’s the sitch:
I hate my first name, which, for the sake of this discussion, we’ll pretend is Eustace Clarence Scrubb. I hate my first name couldn’t shake “Eustace” through elementary & junior high school because the teachers wouldn’t cooperate; but midway through high school I began attending a school where it was traditional for teachers to address all students as either “Mr. LastName” or “LastName,” and for the students to simply say “LastName.” So while at that school I was just Scrubb or Mr. Scrubb; and in college and at my first post-high-school job, I got a diminuative of Rhymer firmly established as my “first” name. I have never introduced myself to anyone as “Eustace” outside of a formal context requiring the name on my driver’s licence; but I’ve never gotten it changed legally, either.
Now, as much as I hate my actual first name, I don’t insist that my family (read: persons who knew me before puberty) call me Scrubb. But it’s not generally an issue with anyone but my father, who’s set in his ways, because my mother always used my middle name anyway (I don’t think she ever intended to use the first name). Three of my sisters follow suit. My baby sister calls me “Big Brother” or “Big Scrubb” (she too hates her first name, so she sympathizes without being asked; I call her “Little Scrubb”); and the older brother I like calls me “Scrubvster” or “Little Brother Brother.” My wife calls me simply “Scrubb.” (I don’t use her first name in direct address either.)
This weekend, the aforementioned brother was in town, along with his wife, “Kang-ja” who is from Korea and not possessed of the best English skills. They’ve been married about two years now, but for various reasons I’d never had occasion to spend any time alone with her, though my sisters have. At one point she addressed me as Eustace , prompting me to say something along the lines of “Excuse me, Kang-ja. I really, really hate that name. Would you mind calling me Scrubb?”
Someone in the family–for the record, not Kang-ja or my brother–feels this was rude. It’s one thing for me to eschew my given name among non-family members, this person averred, but Kang-ja is family now, and her last name is Scrubb too. English is hard enough for her as it is; an exception should be made for her.
Opinions, anyone?
Y’all can keep calling me Skald or Skaldie or Skaldirumus, by the way. If that bothered me I’d have unleashed the monkeys long ere now.