Bullies are the same, whether they are 6 or 60, and Bill Cunningham proved it with his repeated references to Barak Obama’s middle name. He has tried to make it into something it isn’t in an effort to send a message that just isn’t true. Momocrats is calling him out on it. Momocrats contributors have spent the past day (”Just call me Hussein Day”) sharing their personal childhood stories of how someone tried to make them feel bad about their name. And I’m joining in.
My name is Ammie. It is pronounced “Amy” but I was named for my great-grandmother Ammie who pronounced her name with the short A sound. Think Ammie rhymes with Annie and you have the correct pronunciation of her name.
The spelling and pronunciation of my first name caused me misery throughout my childhood. No one ever spells it right. If someone sees the spelling and has never met me–say a teacher reading my name from an attendance sheet for the first time–they never say it right either.
My name has been butchered in every way it can possibly be butchered. I’ve learned to just deal with it and shrug it off. For example, a Sunday School teacher once argued with me about how to spell my name. I couldn’t possibly know how to spell my own name after all, right? People have spelled it “Amy” “Aimee” “Amie” “Amee” Aimme” “Ammy”–you name it they’ve come up with a variation. Every variation except the correct one. I’ve even had people decide my name wasn’t Ammie at all but rather “Annie.”
All of that doesn’t bother me anymore. However, what did bother me is something I no longer have to deal with: my maiden name. I won’t share the actual name. I don’t want people to find me that easily! I will say it was something that could be butchered and morphed really easily into the worst possible name a little girl or a teenager could have. “Gross.” UGH! Oh how I hated that! Sometimes it was an honest mistake. I understand that. After all “Gross” is a surname. But most times when it was used it was a deliberate dig from some bully intent on just being plain ol’ mean. Ammie Gross. Ammie’s Gross. Ammie is gross. I still cringe when I think about it.
But it’s just a name. Right? It was a name that some unimaginative bully came up with because they couldn’t come up with anything more creative. It was something to make them feel better about themselves by trying to make someone else feel bad.
It was just a name. It didn’t mean I really was gross, anymore than Obama’s middle name means he’s a terrorist or associated with terrorists. It’s a weak-assed, school-yard bully tactic that people with class and intelligence can see straight through. Right?
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I need to visit Momocrats more often, this is a great idea. My full name is long and flowery and only needs a couple moonbeams tossed in to really show my mom’s state of mind when she named me. LOL I grew up in a tiny town (500 people) in the middle of rural Oklahoma. Oh there was teasing, there was teasing constantly.
Too bad some bullies never grow up.
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I had a horrible maiden name, too, and my hubby’s initials actually spell a dorky word. I can VIVIDLY remember the teasing I always got, even into high school.
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I totally relate to you, I was bullied about my name during primary and secondary school. It used to involve calling me an Ashtray.
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So glad you added your voice. We can all relate. Doesn’t it amaze you that this carries into adulthood too?
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I got teased a lot for my name and for a long time I hated it. Casey at bat, casey jones, etc etc. (Worse yet I played softball at my dad’s insistance) I was totally sick of it and got into a lot of fights at school about it. Plus I always thought for the longest time it was a boy name. EVERYONE i knew with the name and spelled it like me was a boy. I used to beg my mom and tell her why didn’t you name me something like stacy or tracy or anything but Casey. Eventually I grew out of it but i still to this day HATE being refered to as Casey at Bat.
My given name is also my Mom’s and my Granny’s name. My Granny went by that name, my Mom by her middle name, and I go by something that has no relation to any of my names.
But my given name is horribly mispronounced by people who don’t know me. I have actually been known, when people butcher the name, to say, “Do you really think a person would name their child that?”
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Right. Absolutely.
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I like your name and unusual spelling, but then I have always liked less common names. I had a hard time picking names for my children and their father and his mother were hard to fight against. I ended up agreeing to the second girl being Laura, but calling her Lori and then said why not name her Lori instead. She has trouble with people spelling it Laurie, even her aunts and uncles.
I will be doing my meme. My name is quite common and a lifetime cause of jabs about lambs, virgins and contrariness.
why in the heck do people have to make fumn of someone for their name? What gives them the right to do so if the fool would not like haveing that done to them than don’t do your self.
What ever happened to the do onto others as you would have them do onto you??????????????
I know I hated haveing my last name butchered.
,but would not lower my self to that level.
….any other name would smell as sweet…
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I can SO understand the “wrong” name situation. My first name is ALWAYS mis-pronounced. In 5th grade, the first initial K was replaced with an R in the computer system, therefore I was being called “Ree-na.” No where close…