Have you been called by a name that you didn't like?

Yeah, who hasn’t at some point in their life?
My response is usually F.U.
or Bite me!

“Late to dinner” not yet !

Well, I’ve been called a Kike and Dirty Jew. Not really a name but an insulting deprecation.

It didn’t really bother me on a personal level; more on an ethnic level. I knew they guy was a drunk piece of shit (this was at college) so I really just sort of blew it off. This was about 40 years ago and I haven’t thought about it in about that long.

I was called an Albino Jew-Spic.

I have extremely fair skin, but I have Mexican and Cuban heritage. And I was raised Jewish

I looked upon the person with sincere distain.

I have been called “Dildo”, which is making fun of my name.
My response is that a dildo is a sex toy used by sexually frustrated women. If you didn’t know that, I’m sure your wife does.

My English teacher called me Snow White in high school. That is the litteral translation of my name. It kind of annoyed me, but I didn’t say anything.

Some others made me a nickname of my surname. They still use it. I don’t mind it.

I was called “Mad” by the kids most of the time in my childhood. It is the slightly altered version of my name. At one point I was called “Witch”.

Sadly that was the last thing that I minded. I had other things to pay attention to like being isolated.

I was called a skinny long necker in grade school. It’s a play on daddy long leg spider.

When the house staff call me sir or master, I much prefer lord of the manor.

It depends on who is calling me the name and under what circumstances. I have been called “crotch rot” by friends who were just joking and I just shot back with some other name for them. Not offensive to me or them since we were obviously joking around. Other times I have been called names that wasn’t joking. Example: ex-wife called up because she didn’t have anyone else to nag. I hung up on her when she got rude and offensive.

I guess the real question is what haven’t I been called
A few notables that actually got under my skin:

I was actually called the “N” word by a coworker when I was brand new on a job and green. It went something like this “we needed someone to do all the grunt work nobody else wants to do so you’re our N****R” He was totally serious. My supervisor who was a decent guy was right there when he said it. He still has his jaw on the floor somewhere in that building. Had I complained to HR that would have been the end of said asshole. I worked my way up in that company and that guy was always an dick to everyone.

Another notable was “boy toy” A supervising coworker at a shitty job I had in college who kept coming on to me and would not take no for an answer called me this when she talked about me to others. I just quit and took another shitty job across the street.

When I was about 13, had coke bottle glasses and acne I got called nerd and geek a lot. This was before that was a compliment. I got in a lot of fights because of that in middle school.

Someone once called me “postmodern”. I am many things, but postmodern I am not.

My middle name is “Rowena” and I hated it as a kid because anyone that found out called me ‘Ro-weenie.” :-/

A lifetime ago, I briefly had a boyfriend who was fond of calling me “Dummy.” This happened a number of times until I put a stop to it. If I got caught in the rain, I heard, “Why didn’t use an umbrella, Dummy?” If we were cooking something together, he might say something such as, “Dummy, you should shred the mozzarella before you add it.”

He did this under the guise of good-natured teasing. I didn’t buy-in for even a moment. I have a deep-rooted dislike of needling and ridiculing in the form of affection. At least in my own experience, the person has another, and very unpleasant, agenda. Certainly, a little gentle teasing can be a part of any healthy relationship, but there’s a chasm between a joke and an insult; needling is a bullying tactic and a malicious form of social cruelty.

After this had happened for a while, I looked him squarely in the eyes, used a firm tone of voice, and told him NOT to call me “Dummy,” ever again. He didn’t.

It turned out that my instincts were right, though. He was someone much different from a nice guy, and he and I are an ancient memory.

Not that I minded much but back in my Goth days I was standing by a church having a smoke, and some old guy on a bike rides by going, I thought you were the Devil! I didn’t say anything then he nervously goes, I’m just joking, then left.
I mean who the hell goes around accusing people of being Satan? Well maybe if you’re ragingloli people do, but not me, not until that time anyway.

@Love_my_doggie You dummy, you SHOULD have shredded the mozzarella before adding it! JUST KIDDING! Sounds like your old boyfriend was the one with issues and I think you did right in dumping him.

^^^ I must have been a Dummy indeed, to have let such a prince get away…

My husband of 26 years and I are fond of gentle, lighthearted teasing. The triggers are always harmless, and the banter is playful and lacks any malice. Nobody gets hurt. Laughing together about misplaced car keys is fun; “hitting below the belt” – taunting in a painful and demeaning manner – is cruel.

The long-ago boyfriend really believed that he was smarter and more sensible than I am. His use of “Dummy” had a mocking tone; it was continual criticism bordering on abuse. Yes, I put a stop to that “pet” name (isn’t it so true that bullies back away from fearless resistance?) and then ended the relationship not much later.

By the way, the circumstances of Dummy-Mister-dumping are interesting. After college, I got an enviable job on Capitol Hill and moved to Washington DC. Dummy-Meister couldn’t find a job, lived with his mother, and worked as a security guard. Clearly, I was the stupid partner in that relationship.

When I was born, my parents gave me only two names, which I liked just fine. When I married, I hated my maiden name, so kept just the first and last names, and didn’t add my maiden name as a middle name. When I moved to Texas, they forced me to take a new name. I refuse to acknowledge it as much as possible, but I still get jury summons under the new name, and of course my driver’s license has it on there. I put duct tape tape over it to cover it up, and I always make a point to have a conversation with a police officer about it. None of them have ever heard of this policy, and all of them agree with me that that’s a nasty thing to do to anyone. I’ve even tried to get a judge to let me have my old name back, but they won’t budge.

Come voting time I cross out the offending name before I sign it. That always results in a negative reaction from the voting people….“Ooops! Too late!” (Evil grin!)