Welcome to Melanie’s Treatise on the Relative Benefits/Detriments of Nicknames and Pet Forms.
When I was growing up, I desperately wanted a nickname. Other people were called interesting things, like Fergie (her real name was Kelly) or Step (her real name was Stephanie). I longed for the kind of popularity that would put others on a nickname basis with me. Everyone knew who Shako was; no formal introductions were needed.
In my eyes, nicknames like that just exuded congeniality. They were a mark of how comfortable other people were around you — how much they liked you. Nicknames are, in many ways, affectionate.
But such social strokes were not in the cards for me. I never really did anything spectacular that led to an event-inspired nickname (like Tripp, for the kid who fell down the stairs), and I didn’t have any prominent physical features that stuck out in anyone’s mind (though my band director did call me Shorty for awhile, as I was fairly tall).
Nicknames are different from pet forms, though I would have settled for either. The only pet form of Melanie that seemed to stick was Mel; as a child of the 80s, all I could think of when I heard Mel was Mel’s Diner. So I told my parents that I didn’t really like being called Mel, as that was “a boy’s name.” I guess their inventiveness gave out, because I was only and ever Melanie from that point forward (except from my dad, who insisted on calling me Mel).
When I got married, I tried again.
Me: “Hey, George, would you give me a nickname?”
My husband: “You can’t just come up with a nickname. They have to happen organically.”
Well, I’ve been waiting more or less patiently for three-and-a-half years for something to happen “organically,” but I’m still just Melanie.
I think nature might need a bit of a push sometimes.
But then, my husband has a unique perspective on nicknames, as he never went by the name on his birth certificate until college. And even then, family and close friends continued to call him by his nickname (which sounds a lot like Bubba).
I’ll hazard a guess that he likes nicknames/pet forms a whole lot because of this experience. Sometimes I like to throw names at him, just to see what he’ll say about them. After all, there’s a remote possibility that SOMEday we’ll have children. Whenever I toss one of these names into the conversation, his response is usually the same:
“But what would we call him?”
This question sometimes brings me up short. He’s got a point: I don’t want our children to “suffer” the same lack of intimacy that comes from not having an acceptable, intuitive nickname.
I don’t want our kid to be like the kid my husband knew in high school, who, being the only one without a nickname, practically begged everyone to call him Big Red Bowl (because of his haircut). That story ended badly, with the other kids saying … well, the same thing my husband says when I try to give myself a nickname: you can’t give yourself a nickname.
Times have changed since the days of Big Red Bowl, however. More and more parents are opting to forgo the traditional pet forms of their childrens’ names. I have many students in my classes who only ever go by their full names: Alexander (not Alex), Nicholas (not Nick), Andrew (not Andy or Drew), Elizabeth (not Liz), etc.
I don’t think we will be counted among those parents.
My Favorite Pet Forms
Girls
Betsy (Elizabeth)
Bonnie (Bonita)
Callie (Camilla, Calista)
Ellie (Eleanor, Penelope)
Emmy (Emmeline, Emily)
Francie (Frances)
Josie (Josephine)
Kate (Katherine)
Lucy (Lucienne, Lucina, Lucia)
Millie (Camilla, Matilda)
Mina (Wilhelmina, Philomena)
Minnie (Wilhelmina)
Miri (Miriam, Miranda)
Molly (Mary, Amalia)
Nell (Penelope, Anneliese)
Penny (Penelope)
Rosie (Rosemary, Rose, Rosalind)
Sadie (Sarah, Seraphina)
Tansy (Anastasia)
Viv (Vivian)
Boys
Archie (Arthur)
Eddie (Edward)
Eli (Elias, Elijah, Elliot)
Jamie (James)
Kit (Christopher)
Max (Maximillian)
Nicco (Nicholas, Nikolai)
Tad (Thaddeus)
Teddy (Theodore, Edward)
Theo (Theodore)
Patch (Patrick)
Ronnie (Ronald)
Tommy (Thomas)
Vinnie (Vincent)
Xav (Xavier)


On the first day of school this year, a thing happened which has never happened before in all of my long years of teaching elementary school. A kindergartner named Jerry walked into my room.

Yes, alright, I admit it. I was just looking for an excuse to post
Hope you’re in the mood for a really girly name today!
Malcolm is one of those names that just about everybody knows, but nobody uses. Well, almost nobody — the name does show up on the Top 1000 chart. It’s just not very common: it’s been buried somewhere in the 500s for the last few years.
Today’s post might be a little shorter than usual. I just went to my first portrait photography class last night, and I’m moving kind of slowly this morning. I’ve only got about ten minutes to write!
I’ve recently had the brilliant (at least it seemed that way last night) idea to make lists of names from different countries that would probably work well in the United States. So, every other week or so, I plan to post said list on this-here blog thingy.
When I was in high school, I had a friend who was into Star Trek. We’re talking REALLY into Star Trek. As in, she had a wall mural of Saturn, posters of the crew of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701D, and model starships suspended via fishing line from her ceiling. When we exchanged notes in class, she always signed them LLAP. If you know what that stands for, you are one of us. Bwa ha ha.