Maree’s Musings
STICKS … and STONES
We all know that old saying – when our ears were burning – the stock response was ‘Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me’. I recall repeating it at the time, took a bit of courage, though. Perhaps that was how it worked!
The recent epidemic of name calling, which almost became an art form in the weeks leading up to a certain election, got me thinking. What’s in a name? And, more to the point, what is a name?
We all have a name; it defines us or describes us. I was born a ‘Porter’, though I’ve never been one, neither was my dad or grandad. My maternal poppa was a ‘Bishop’, though he wasn’t. Your neighbour might be a Smith, a King, a Shepherd or a Butler. Nowadays, probably not.
Are you nicknamed for how you look? Fatso, skinny, porky, egghead, ‘ginga’ – more fashionable than being a fiery redhead. If you’re six feet tall, you might get ‘Shorty’. Intellectual prowess (more or less) inspires brainbox, smart-arse, or drongo. Many more. A reputation may be a Good Thing, or maybe not. It takes effort to ‘make a name for yourself’ and the result rests entirely on you. … Continue Reading
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