I haven't had much to rant about lately but something recently has gotten under my skin. This will probably be pretty foreign to those of you who have names that can't be shortened but for those of us with names that are easily changed, there is a major epidemic out there. I always introduce myself as Clinton. For my entire life I've referred to myself as Clinton. My parents have always called me Clinton. My siblings have always called me Clinton. So why is it that the second after I introduce myself to someone new, they immediately ask if I go by Clint? If I went by Clint, don't you think I would introduce myself as Clint? Are those last two letters that big of a tongue twister? At least those people ask. Some people just automatically start calling me Clint. I mean if somebody introduced herself to me as Victoria, I would start referring to them as Vicky or Tori. Maybe Ictor but I would at least ask. Usually being called Clint isn't that bad but there are certain people out there that when they say Clint, it sounds super trashy and redneck. I don't know if it is their accent or my general feelings of disdain toward them for changing my name, but sometimes it just comes out wrong. I think the whole name thing could be an underlying reason for growing the beard. People think twice about sabotaging a person's name if that person has a beard. Probably because a beard makes people think you are smarter than you really are (at least that's the case with me).
It just doesn't make sense. If you feel like changing my name, whey not switch it up to something extreme like Bojangles, Vanilla Mischief, or Kevin? I'll bet Eastwood never had to deal with this.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Follow My Lead
Posted by Clintniferous at 2:20 PM
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Maybe you just look like Clint eastwood, and they are big fans... I have a brother I call Tommy, t-bone, or Tommyboy, but he just prefers to be Tom. It is a risky game calling people something other than their name.
I am with Mandi, you should change your name to Mysterion.
Hi Clinton, sometimes I read your blog when I need a good laugh. Lately at work when I have introduce myself, people respond with something like, "Is that what they call you?" After my affirmation, they then proceed to call me Amelia, Emmy, Emily, or my favorite Mr. Lou (I must have sounded like a man that day or had swine flu or something). Anyway, just that you might appreciate knowing that you aren't alone. I think I recall some teachers back in the day also calling you Clint.
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