“That’s not my name. That’s not my name.”
That punchy ditty by The Ting Tings is popping around our office. We, too, get irked when you don’t call us by our proper handle.
(TueNight is pronounced TOO-night)
This week, we’re all about the monikers we love and loathe — the name our mama gave us; the nickname that makes us cringe; the way we designate our kids or our company; and why the barista misspells us. Every. Single. Time.
It’s a big issue — because, well, this is a big issue — all about how we dub ourselves, which ultimately shapes our identity.
But as W.C. Fields once said, “It ain’t what they call you, it’s what you answer to.”
We’re also having a Talk TueNight party TONIGHT that is a benefit for the children of Nepal. One hundred percent of our proceeds will go to Save Our Children, an organization that has been on the ground in Nepal since 1976.
You can hear some of this week’s storytellers LIVE — as well as a special panel from The Mash-Up Americans and a giveaway from Koko’s Nest.
There are still a few tickets left, so join us as we drink, nosh and talk about everything from Starbucks mix-ups to ethnic mash-ups.
- Penny Wrenn gets a nickname from her Mom.
- Siobhan Adcock chronicles her pain-in-the-ass name.
- Kathleen Warner battles over the letter “K.”
- Neil Kramer is sticking with Juice.
- Jennifer Ha needs a Chinese name for her baby.
- Jiffy Iuen shares how she named her company.
- Rebecca Soffer says she’s ok with Rachel.
- Over at The Mash-Up Americans, Sy Yang reclaims her Korean name
- And I am not Margaret.
In Name Only,