Monday, 26 May 2008

A rose by any other name.......

There are a couple of people I know who don't call me by name, not by a term of endearment, not by a diminutive, not by "hey stupid" and not by my given name.
It has bothered me, sometimes more and sometimes less but always niggling away there and I could never figure out the exact reason.
This weekend I read this: "The most minimal recognition available resides in a name. Without it, you can be neither addressed directly nor represented indirectly. Arguably, without a name, you don't exist" Perfect. That explains why I will labour with an idea until I have the exact words I need ....my thoughts are almost non-existant if I can't turn them to words. More importantly, it touches the precise reason I want to be known by name.....without it I am nobody.
Talking of names, I once had a colleague who always referred to her husband as "my husband" and her daughter as "my daughter". I knew her husband before I knew her so I knew his name, she wasn't saving me from an insurmountable memory problem!
And I remember when the wee one was born so I knew her name, too.
I found (and find) it distasteful to see that happen. Surely "my husband" is only necessary for a time? We all get to know others by proxy, never meeting but knowing names and a little of character. "My husband" or "my daughter" reduces a loved one to a mere positon. It implies that the individual is no more than their relationship to "me", that if he/she wasn't my husband, my child they would not be at all.
Having said all of that, now is a good time for a little related housekeeping: when I started blogging I felt it appropriate to protect the identities of my children by making up names for them but now, after 100 posts, and feeling that I know many of you, the whole idea seems to be becoming redundant. You will have noticed that I occasionally refer to them by name in a comments page and I think I will make that my standard approach. The comments page always feels like a conversation and if I was chatting over the back fence I would call them by name, wouldn't I?
I will stick with pseudonyms for posts though, it just feels right.....and I think they like them!

8 comments:

  1. Kylie, or Special,
    Yes, calling people by those names, 'my this' or 'my that' can get a bit irritating - especially if it's done for a long time. It also seems to me, that it's a possessive thing as well, asif they 'belong' to them. Certainly, being married or having children, is a sort of possession, but not one that should capture the whole essence of 'being'. A thoughtful post, Ms K - one that I shall keep thinking about.....

    Pxxx

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  2. thanks peej
    and you can call me special (kylie if you must, i suppose)
    so long as you give me a name...make me exist!
    xx

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  3. Hi "all",
    This comment has nothing to do with Kylie'post "A Rose ...

    An Essay by Autsralia's P. Minister Kevin Rudd can be viewed on
    www.themonthly.com.au/tm/node/300.
    Some may find it of interest.
    John

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  4. Yes another correction!
    Australia's Prime Minister

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  5. Hi, couldn't agree more..! We all have different facets to our personalities, we are never just daughter, sister, spouse, coworker, mum..:)

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  6. Hey "My Sister",
    Maybe "my husband" should read this? What do you think? :) I agree with you. It drives me crazy knowing that I'm known as "my wife" all the time.

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  7. hello to here, there.....
    if you're gonna visit too often you'll have to give me a shorter name!
    i had a quick squizz at your place today.....will be back soon
    nice to "meet" you
    k

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  8. na,
    long time no comment, eh?
    are you called "my wife" ?
    i hadnt noticed but now you mention it......
    he's just reminding himself...he can't believe what a catch he got :)

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