Ok we all had funky nicknames given to us by "childhood chums." What did your classmates call you?

Question

Fess up! We all had those crazy nicknames.

I'll go first:

When you have a name like DeeDee you are called every name in the book. I was PeePee and WeeWee and DumbDumb. Double Dee was always a cool one......only because my friends so knew I wasn't one. *cough*

Your turn to share!

Answer 1

I have a strange name; Xanath. I got used to answering role call by waiting for the long, quiet pause with the confused look around the room- My regular teachers learned it eventually, which was OK til we got a substitute--then the long pause again, I could tell it was because the teacher did not want to butcher my name. This actually occurs almost anywhere in public when some poor unfortunate has to try and call my name in a waiting room, or some similar place.
I tell people when I meet them don't worry I answer to "hey you" or "I know your name, it's weird, what is it again?" or "you -with the funny name." When I introduce myself it goes like this: "Xanath" then again slowly "Xan-ath" then, right after they ask me if I can spell it and I say "of course, but it won't help you..." I spell it for them and then they are really confused, so I tell them "just call me X"

It could have been worse, my last name is Espina and I was almost named after my grandmother Hermina---which might be OK except that I grew up in North Carolina, and Hermina Espina with that southern drawl would have been tragic.

Answer 2

Ok...with a name like Robin....you can only imagine the fun everyone had. There were the classics: Rockin' Robin, Batman and Robin, Robin Hood and Fly Robin Fly.

But then, as the kids were going through puberty and I was waiting to 'blossom' (*cough still waiting cough*) the names were becoming more "creative". The one that sticks out in my mind the most is "Robin No-Breast" <~~~~ a 'crowd' pleaser; got the other kids giggling. " Two birds in her bush" <~~~ didn't know what that one meant for quite some time. There was also the song which echoed down the hallways "Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg..." again, the giggles. *sighs* Or, one of my personal favorites *cough cough* "When the red, red robin comes bob, bob bobbin' along, along, There'll be no more sobbing when she starts throbbing..."

*shakes her head* But now that I'm a grown woman and the number of people I surround myself with has thinned out severely, there are currently no nicknames which is probably a good thing. Although, I must admit that I sometimes miss it.....at least it made people giggle.

So, if you feel like creating one (Pandora's box now open) be my guest.

Answer 3

I think it depends on the situation... For starters, however, there are no constitutional amendments protecting men from anything or giving men the right to anything specifically. Now this might mean that men are the dominant factor and have to be kept "in check" or it might mean that there is a psychological factor at play in society that says women are "weaker" and need protection. I'm willing to bet, you'd hear both sides of the argument with various caveats to accompany those arguments. We have a local newspaper (The Westword) that recently published an article about a guy suing nightclubs over the Famous Ladies' Night that usually occurs on Wednesdays. His claim was that women get free drinks from men as it is, so why is there discrimination against men on Wednesday nights allwoing women to drink free and not pay a cover charge. (The bonehead is yet to win a case...) There is certainly other areas to examine: payscales, gender-specific careers, maternity vs paternity leave, etc. I think we live in a more equivalent society than people are willing to admit, but on a case by case analysis, I think you'll see both genders treated unfairly.

Answer 4

I was Bart Fart and apparently it was so bad that I blew the whole bus apart several times in grade school.

Unfortunately, I discovered my real name and stopped being called Bart not long before the first episode of the Simpson's aired.

At one point my friends all wanted names that started with the letter Z, so I was something like Zake, Zeke, or Zim... I forget.

Then there was the time at camp when I painted myself with black stripes and I was dubbed "Zeb-ra boy" because our camp counselor was Austrailian.

At one point I was also the super hero "Ankum Spankum." This also happened to be my super power AND my battle cry.

Answer 5

Sky. I was 6'4" at age 13 (and still am). They all thought I was able to reach the sky, esp. on the Jr. High basketball court. It stuck from age 13 until 25 for everyone, and a few still use it more than 15 years later.

Answer 6

Crazy Dave and Super Dave.

When I was a kindergartner, I was walking home from school with two girls, and we were rhyming their names. Eventually we started on mine, and since at the time I was known as "David" primarily (exclusively) we were having a dickens of a time with it.

Alas, my brilliant five year old self came up with a close match after a few minutes of wracking my brain. "Hey, how about David naked?"

Evidently that's the wrong thing to say to two five year old girls, as my last memory of childhood is being chased by two little girls in pigtails shouting, "DAVID NAKED, DAVID NAKED."

I wonder if that had anything to do with my development?

Answer 7

I had chronic sinus problems and everybody called me "snot rag" in elementary school.
In junior high it was "Jakezan" cause I fell out of a tree doing a stunt, 30 feet almost died.
When I hit my twenties my buddies called me "Jake on the make".
It was my own fault I would spread rumors of my own alleged prowess.
Never thought that would work.
Now in my forties most of my family and friends call me "crazy Jake", I am not sure if i like that.

Answer 8

My family called me Ro
The neighborhood "character" called me Bo-Billy
which some how in later life evolved to Ro-Rabbit which later shortened to Rabbit
One brother calls me Ro-Diddly
People who thought they were cute called me Robbie
People who wanted me to hit them called me Robot
When I worked for a department store and travelled setting up other stores my peers from other stores called me Lucy, cause I have "those" moments
My grandbaby calls me Derta, the only one I'll answer to now.

Answer 9

I have/had allergies and often had a sniffle when I was a kid so somehow I got called *gasp, shudder ,sob* snuffleupagus.
In junior high it got shortened to snuffles. I lost it after the end of grade 9 thanks to everyone getting divvied up amongst three different high schools.Or so I thought. Even my good friends thought it was hysterical. One even signed my year book at the end of high school to snuffles.

Answer 10

Bubble or Bunny, now called gerbil after a mate asked me to repair his alarm i said I CAN DO IT at the same time as Roland rats mate gerbil its stuck ever since

Answer 11

Childhood chums? They called me "You over there". I hated that sobriquet. Sometimes they would make it worse by calling me, "heyl, you over there. Oh, how I hated that nickname. Today, things are not much better. Now I am referred to as "occupant" and even more spiteful, as, " sign here". Will these loathsome monikers never leave me be?