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By Tardsie
Let’s remember that name-calling hurts.
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A Boy Named Strudel
07 Friday Jun 2013
Posted in True-Ass Tales
Nice German. Do you speak more than that one line?
I didn’t often find ‘Carrie’ on those little license plates or mugs or whatever the souvenir was. Sometimes ‘Kerry’ but not usually ‘Carrie.’ I did, however, find many items with the name ‘Carrie’ on them in the gift shop at Alcatraz. That really touched me.
And I believe there was a charming, coming-of-age story called “Carrie.” It’s about an ugly-duckling misfit who gets voted prom queen. There may be more to it, but that’s what I remember.
And I speak enough German to get around, but not very well. But really, why would I want to talk like those people?
I’d answer your question in German, but I don’t speak the language. I could answer you in French, but you’d probably never let me back on your site if I did.
Well, given that you’re a friend of PT AND a celebrity, I’d no doubt let the frogmouth slide, but it would be hurtful.
And speaking German is easy. Just raise your voice an octave and say as quickly and angrily as possible– “Shoopensee Schnitzel Arvenvaterblitzel Owfroofen!” It probably means something.
And it sounds lovely, too.
(As for the celebrity thing, you’re thinking of Connie…)
I could never find my name printed on a license plate for my bike either. Ever.
Tough when you’re a kid, but great as an adult. Despite not having my own license plate, I’m glad that I’m not called Troy.
So you’ve got a freaky name too? Is it ethnic, original or just rare? Seeing as you’re from NE, you might have one of those NE names like “Honoria” or a bad-ass name like “Valeria.”
I have a very anonymous name, up there with John Smith.
It’s the fault of the Ellis Island guy when my grandfather came over. He couldn’t pronounce the original so he just shortened it.
And it’s been that way ever since.
It’s funny, because my uncle and aunt both took American names when they came to the country, but my dad, the youngest and with the freakiest name, kept his. I’m glad though, because now, the name is all that remains of him.
And on average, “William Johnson” makes more money than “Wolfgang Schultz,” so there’s that!
Because of the anonymity of my name, a college friend gave me the nickname I still use today, because he decided my name didn’t have enough character to suit me.
From time to time, I’ve also threatened (half-jokingly) to change my name to Eustace Esterhause (pornounced “Ester-house-y).
I wouldn’t want to try it myself, but I guess if there’s anyone who could rock Eustace Esterhause, it would be you.
I have a pretty normal name, but more often spelled with a “C” than a “K”…since I was born in 1968 and ultrasounds were not routinely done (if they even had them waay back then – I have no idea) if I came out a girl (my sister got to name me my “middle” name) boy (brother did)… so my middle name is my mom’s and grandma’s middle name. Oh, and my FAVORITE doll in the whole wide world was chatty and named after me – that was the coolest thing ever until my sister pulled her string out of her back and cut it with a pair of toe nail scissors and she spoke no more. Damn I cried and cried…(I was a pretty annoying little shit for a baby sis, though…)
I knew your name at “C/K”, and the reference to the Loquacious Lottie doll sealed it.
I’m not huge on normal names, but actually, I adore your name. My longest relationship (besides my wife) was to a lovely girl who was the C version of your name. The funny thing was, she was a “C” chauvinist (I’m a K man myself), and looked with disdain on you K people. But she was even MORE particular. She preferred to be addressed by the full name, or just the first syllable. She wouldn’t let people address her by the nickname (which I gather you use).
I realize I just made her sound like an uber-bitch (and don’t get me wrong, that was a part of her), But I left out a lot of the fine qualities that make her such a wonderful person, even for a C (it didn’t hurt that this C had DDs).
And curiously, she felt that the name was more commonly spelled with a K.
I feel bad for the Cs, though. I mean, you guys have as your most famous person a beloved actress. The Cs have an empress who’s reputed to have died humping a horse.
I’m acutally named K with the short version…I asked my mom when I was little why I wasn’t Katherine..and she said it sounded too stuffy and serious and too catholic… (and I DO NOT MEAN to be offensive at all – but there were a 100 girls around with the name Mary Catherine) and she wanted my name to be more playful and fun (pretty daring for a mom who wasn’t daring at all – funny how your name can “fit” you) and I was so shy when I was growing up everyone would spell my name with a C and I would not want to correct an adult…so I started a habit of when someone would ask my name, I would automatically say, “I’m Kathy with a “K” – I do this 30 years later! Ta-da I’m sure you have become a better person knowing all this about me! 🙂
I do indeed. And you’re not the first K chauvinist I’ve met. My middle name is most properly spelled with a K, however, it is much more commonly spelled with the inferior “C.” I don’t like it.
There was a chick I went to college with who would introduce herself as “Karla with a K.” I called her “Gerbil Eyes.” It didn’t even make sense, it just bugged her.
Damn it, now I want to know your name!
Awesome video, by the way!
Damn it, now I want to know your name!
You and half the women in America.
And thanks!
Smak, my name was available most of the time on those little license plates and other name branded tchotchkes. One of the things that drives me crazy about my name is how often in emails and snail mail, it’s misspelled. People often omit the last i. “Virginia” without that last i, is “Virgina” which sounds so much like “vagina”. Possibly this is just the lunkhead’s way of thinking that they’ve stumbled upon a clever way to call me a twat. I am so on to them.
But you’ll always be the name I think of when I ask myself if there’s really a Santa Claus.
I never found stuff with my name on it because most of them are my name but with an A at the end. And that’s wrong. I have to admit I like the way German sounds. I’m probably the only one. But something about listening to German makes me want to stand up really straight.
That’s the sound of FEAR. Or as the Germans quite elegantly put it, Shcaredvenjuheerdotsoundingen.
Mengele! Leni Riefenstahl!
Attila! no, wait…
I remember exactly two phrases from my high school German: “Wie heisst du?” and “Ich bin siebzehn jahre alt.” Useful only in certain situations.
(man, if your name’s “Mengele Riefenstahl” I will laaaaaaugh….)
Your German textbook wasn’t by any chance “Unsere Freunde” was it–following the exploits of such Krauts as Alois, Karl-Peter and others.
“Mengele Riefenstahl” That’s a pretty good name for a Marilyn Manson tribute band.
And in its way, that comes pretty close. You’ve got the right degree of heinousness (within the same bloodsoaked ball-park, anyway), but fortunately, my name is much less infamous (although perhaps not deservedly so, again–the guy was a DICK).
A midget assassin! Life is definitely not fair…
My given name is so bad (both first and middle names are atrocious, but my last name was actually uncommon and therefore cool- until I got married and ruined that too.) My given name is so bad that I almost don’t feel sorry for my Dad being stuck with the middle name “LeRoy”. Almost. Except that he didn’t object when I was stuck with those god-awful names. He could have protested and said that no child should go through life with such pathetically rednecky names- but I think his silence was passive-aggressive revenge for me being daughter #3 instead of the son he really wanted. Go ahead and name it whatever you want….just another girl-child anyway.
Grandma’s choice of Dad’s middle name is sort of funny when you consider that “le roi” is French for “the king.” It’s particularly funny because Dad is in no way French. His ancestors were Scots, English, and yes, a few Germans.
Should have named Steve-o Wilhelm. Or Damien. I thought about it.