Stop With the Nicknames, Sweetheart
A new study has found that women get royally pissed when they’re given a nickname in the office. No, they’re not talking about that time your boss got drunk at the holiday party and called you Tits McGee. The names included on the no-no list ranged from the benign “kiddo” to the slightly more (okay, a lot more) bizarre “poppet”. While the study was conducted on women of various ages in the workforce, I do suspect this aversion to causal titles had to have stemmed from somewhere. Perhaps a too-friendly college professor? A nagging group of guy friends? A fake-nice roommate from hell?
Becoming so drastically offended by someone referring to a peer as “dear” (also on the list at #8), just seems a little extreme to me. I know you’re all probably envisioning some grotesque, perverted, middle-aged dude with a heavy breathing problem leering at you while rasping, “Hey darlin’ (#2) , bend over. I think I dropped my pen.” And yes, that would be gross.
But imagine these more likely offenders: A professor who’s become a close mentor, the dude you’ve been best friends with since middle school, the precious old lady at the cafeteria register. The study never indicated whether the coworkers in question were male or female, older or younger. Does that mean there’s some sort of double standard for nicknames? It’s okay for a female professor to dub you “hun” (#5) but not your male TA? The girl down the hall can call you “Chick” (#7) but definitely not that guy from last night? Where do we draw the line on all this nonsense?
And with that I ask you, what’s the big deal with a nickname? So long as no one’s calling you Hoochie Mama or Busted Slut, is slipping an innocent “love” (#1!!) in here or there such a crime? I think it’s time we relax a little and start sprinkling in a few nicknames of our own. That’s right, I’m lookin’ at you, killer.