Words, words, words.

[azurelunatic]

People who are freely allowed to call me "sweetheart": friends (+) to whom this mode of address comes naturally.

People from whom I will accept "sweetheart" cheerfully enough: people from whom it seems to come naturally, in a situation where they haven't really had the opportunity to learn my name, and "miss", "ma'am", and the like seem a little too distant. (Baltimore folks, never fear, "hon" is in this category, situationally.)

Situations where I totally don't accept it: condescendingly, or from someone who has critically underestimated my skill level.

Situations where I will grit my teeth and bear it: when the vaguely touristy-looking fellow with his Aged Parent (and he himself looks old enough to be in my parents' generation) has out of the kindness of his heart done clumsily and brutally what I was capable of doing with elegance and precision, but technically rescuing me from a tight spot, so my thanks are socially obligatory. When I'm flustered, furthermore, I become an inarticulate motherfucker, so it's sort of hard for me to succinctly express "I just put a new battery in him and one of the thingies may have popped loose", which was in fact the case.

"Here, sweetheart, give me something to hammer on it with. The vice-grips will do!"

*facepalm*

Comments

[azurelunatic]

[05:51] < DW-Drew> Also, Azz, is it safe to assume that "darlin" = "sweetheart" for purposes of yer rant?
[05:54] < Azz> safe from friends if it's not creepy? Yeah.
[05:54] < DW-Drew> NTS: it helps if you don't search for BrandA ModelB
[05:55] < Azz> It helps when the guy calling me "sweetheart" is not using my goddamn vicegrips to pound on my terminal. jsyk.
[05:56] < DW-Drew> Azzie, I .0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 you... jsyk
[05:56] < exor674> Azz: that... sounds a lot dirtier
[05:56] < exor674> then you intended it >_>
[05:57] < DW-Drew> hai dre
[05:57] < Azz> So a woman walks into a bar and says, "I'd like an entendre. Make it a double." So he gave it to her.
[05:57] < Azz> :-P
[05:58] < Azz> (I love the internet. It brings me shiny things like that joke.)
[05:58] < DW-Drew> hjjjjjjjiuoyjh
[05:59] < DW-Drew> and THAT, dear friends, is what happens when one literally headdesks when a keyboard is in the way

[cadenzamuse]

My Person has resigned himself to being called "hon" and "sweetie." He is not a fan of pet names. I swear, every time "dear" comes out of his mouth, it's like he's pulling it out with your vice-grips. :-P

But there are certain bits of Southern that are very hard to remove.

That doesn't make me feel any better when the creepy slimy middle aged men I sometimes deliver food to for work call me that, though. :-/

[azurelunatic]

My family was not much for pet names. My best friend isn't really one for those either. We occasionally resort to things like "my dear fellow" and "my dear girl" at each other though :-P

And it's very hard for me to not call people in certain kinds of trouble "honey", no matter how they wound up in that situation. (Data loss is an "Oh, *honey*!" moment.) It's the difference between the sort of situation in which anybody is something, and when only the person who can't get out of it by themselves is. You know?

And oh god, the creepsters. Yes. No. Ew.

[tamouse]

okay, the double entendre joke was MINE. but you told it better. :(