We all know people who love to make “witty” remarks and observations about things, apparently not realizing that hundreds of people have all ready told you the same thing. For example, people who say “wow, you’re really short” to short people, or who feel the need to break into song when they meet a woman named Roxanne or Sharona.
In my case, people always have to tell me that I look really young. Twice in the last week, someone apologized and told me I won’t be allowed to do something beause I’m underaged. Once I get things straightened out, we have a conversation about how young I look, and how it’ll be a godsend when I’m forty. It’s not a big deal, but it seems like I have the exact same conversation over and over, just with different people.
Same here. Like I didn’t notice I’m a 5’10" female. Thank you for reminding me I have to search for pants with long inseams and that I tower over most prospective dates.
For many decades, my hair was waist-length. It always amazed and amused me that so many people would say “You sure do have long hair,” as if I wasn’t aware of this fact. I was tempted to look surprised and say “Whoa, I have long hair? When did that happen?”
My IRL name is pretty goofy. I’m always impressed by people who DON’T comment on it.
I’m generally quite sarcastic if someone makes a stupid name joke (if they just comment, or say “What a neat name!” I just smile and say thank you). The best is when I very sarcastically say “Wow! I’ve never heard that one before!” and the person, totally cluelessly says “Really!” and then acts all smug and clever. This is particularly amusing if there are other people around who get the sarcasm. We then all have a good laugh at Clueless Person’s expense. Why yes, I am a total bitch.
Yeah, same here. I’ve found that wearing a wedding ring improves the situation somewhat, though I have had people still assume I was 18 or something and comment, in all seriousness, that I was too young to be married. :rolleyes:
Also, this isn’t exactly the same thing, but (evidently) because I have shaggy brown hair, whenever I meet someone for the first time they remark that I look like either Tobey Maguire or Daniel Radcliffe (I also wear glasses which I guess is another point toward Harry Potter). I get both of those so often that I can practically finish the sentence for them.
It’s odd how people seem to assume that they are the first to make a joke about a person who has the same name as someone famous. When I was a government toadie handling the intake of unemployment claimants, I once spent fifteen minutes interviewing a man whose name was Richard Nixon. At the end of the interview he smiled broadly and said “Thanks so much for not making wisecracks about my name.”
“Bob? Are you sure you’re not spelling that backwards?” or some amazingly unfunny variation of that. Yes, “bob” is a palindrome, but it’s not a particularly interesting one, and it’s one with which I’ve known about since I was 3 (I didn’t know the word “palindrome” at the time, of course).
Similarly, saying “What about Bob?” wasn’t funny even when the movie was out.
Obvious physical things? Most people are too polite to say “Hey, you’re kind of overweight, but not exactly obese” or “Wow, quite a snoz you got there”. At a shade over 5’8", I’m not short enough to elicit comment, depressingly average in many ways.
I don’t seem to elicit any particular comment. My husband tends to get something like, “You don’t LOOK Latino!” or “Where did you get a Spanish name?” Apparently, it is news to some folks that it IS possible to be blonde and Hispanic!
“Hey, are you American?” Which is ok, cause I am and I sound like it. What cracks me up is when people explain “oh I could tell cause of your accent.” Hmm, i thought it was cause of the giant stars and stripes tattooed on my forehead…
My real name is Maverick. Not a week goes by that a newcomer doesn’t make a “Goose” comment often with fervor and flair I rarely see elsewhere. I only mind if they are convinced it is original. It used to be much worse back in the 80’s and 90’s.
I used to hang out with a female friend who was six feet tall, and rather butch. You wouldn’t believe how many people would meet her and say “I thought you were a guy.” She laughed it off most of the time, but it was obvious that the laughter didn’t represent genuine amusement.
I could have written this post. Being a guy, it feels extra insulting. My boss (who presumably looked over my CV when hiring me) recently asked me if I was old enough to go to bars (I’m 27). I was speechless.
