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: