Miriyummy Guest Post: I’m An Apology For A Jew

What's in a name?

I recently received some feedback from someone whose opinion I highly respect.  She’s not happy with the name I call my husband here in Miriyummyland:  Ju-Boy.  To quote:

You’re spelling it differently  (and maybe this is a post-modern way of reversing the meaning of a term), but “Jewboy” was used as a derogatory appellation, usually preceding a fight…

This is not the first time someone has commented on my choice of nickname (blogname?  blognomer?).  But his name comes with history.  My husband was first called Ju-Boy back in his Carmel College days.  In the tradition of English public schools (the equivalent of North American prep schools), almost everyone had a nickname.  J had quite a few, and Ju-Boy was given to him by one of his best friends.

Yes, I can see how my perception can irk people the wrong way, and I apologize.  So does the man in question.  I am relishing the moment, it’s not often that he apologizes, even though it’s not really an apology at all.  Read and decide: