Call Me What You Want
Your name is your identity.
Who you are.
But your name can also be a nemesis.
Because no matter how bland, how simple, how generic a name appears to be, some third-grade smart ass will twist, shred, mangle & strip that name into a form so heinous, it will no longer be recognizable…leaving the namesake a quivering puddle of plasma.
That is the reason it pains me to hear of celebrities & common folk giving their children names that will forever be mocked.
Like when magician Penn Gillette named his daughter, Moxie. Or Gwyneth Paltrow honored her kids with Apple and Moses. (Try living up to that one!)
Just imagine the ridicule they face.
On the other hand, my name is Doug Ankerman. Nothing flashy. Just a simple name.
But to prove my point of how cruel kids & adults can be, I’ll share a sampling of a few of the name variations I have heard in my 52 years of existence. Ready?
I have been called:
Doug
Douglas
Douger
Dougie
Dougie Wougie
Dougie Wougie Woo
Doug E. Fresh
Doug-Bug
Dummy Doug
Doogie (So glad “Doogie Houser” was cancelled!)
Doogle
Doogle Heimer
Doogle Hiney Heimer Steiner
Dog
Dog Breath
D
D. A.
Dumb Stupid Asshole (My initials are D.S.A.)
Dan Druff
Hal E. Tosis
Ank
Anky
Anker
Anker Man
Anker Woman (Growing up, a neighbor girl called me that—still stings today!)
Anker Tack
Anker Clanker
Stank
Lank Stank Ank
Skank (That was WAY before what it means today–thankfully!)
Zippy
and
Spugga Lugga Bing Bong
And that’s not to mention an unmentionably long list of names so graphic they would make a convict blush!
I often get called by something other than “Doug” when people forget my first name. “Mark” or “Greg” are generally the most popular choices. Not sure why. I must look like a “Mark” or a “Greg.”
As you can see, my identity has been stretched like a wet sweater on a hanger. I’ve been called a lot of different names in my day. And I answer to any of them. That’s why I tell folks, “Call me what you want because I’ve probably been called worse!”