What better time than Mother’s Day to reflect on our pet names for the ones we love? In the comments on my last blog entry below, Fruitbat 44 remarked, “Interesting article, but ‘The Evil Princess’???!!! Well, we all have pet names for our loved ones, and while I suppose ‘Snookums’ and ‘Honey-Sweetie-Pie’ might get a bit cloying after awhile, I do wonder if ‘The Evil Princess’ might be going too far in the opposite direction.”
Well, Fruitbat, I guess you kinda hafta know her… 🙂
Comments are definitely invited here, as this is the sort of discussion that cries out for collective wisdom.
One of my friends introduces his wife as “The War Department.” She smiles approvingly each time.
On the other hand, “Bitch” only works as a pet name if you are BOTH agreed that it’s an acronym for “Beautiful, Intelligent, Talented, Charming, and Humble.” If you aren’t in agreement on that, don’t be surprised if you feel a sudden need to come up with an acronymic explanation of why her pet name for you is now spelled b-a-s-t-a-r-d.
My Adult Supervisor is a podcast producer and self-styled Techno-Chick, while I am a reluctantly recovering Luddite. Our discussions of matters cybernetic generally end with me saying something like “Yes, Mensa Girl,” while she replies soothingly, “Have a banana, Mongo.”
A decade or so ago, I was having lunch with some prosecutors when the topic of a boys’ night out arose, and the question was posited as to whether our wives would allow it. One of the fellas said, “I’ll have to ask She Who Must Be Obeyed.” Another of our group – married at the time to an athletic woman almost six feet tall, who carried a gun and had put her share of aggressive males on the ground – chimed in, “I think it will be OK with the Amazon Queen.”
One of the assistant district attorneys looked at the chief DA and asked, “Do you have a pet name for your wife?” He smiled smugly and replied, “Oh, you mean Obedient Wench?”
It was then that the rest of us knew we had to kill him…