“There is pressure to seem like a grown-up, a particular kind of self-serious grown up.”
- Mark Oppenheimer, in his column in the Wall Street Journal’s Review Section, April 19-20, 2025
After the most serious week on the calendar, let’s lighten things up this week, starting with nicknames.
Oppenheimer (or “Oppy” as he was known as a younger man) waxes romantic about nicknames and their disappearance in these politically correct, overly sensitive times.
Nicknames were the norm for generations. While most notably influenced by military and sports teams, my mother, Patricia, was known as Patty, her father, Loren Stark, was Starky and Williams were often Bills, Jeromes Jerry and so on.
I grew up with Doc, Clunk, Tommy Trojan, Wellsy, LJ, Hutch, Crilly, Can Can, Pig, and I was “Hess.” In college, Yeet Yeet, Swaller, Tuffy, JY, Unk, and Woody joined the mix. In a couple of cases, I had to pause to recall their given names.
Once a sign of affection, closeness, and inclusiveness, Oppy bemoans the loss of the nickname as a sign of the times, leading to the quote above.
What if we’re being too serious, hoping not to offend anyone for any reason at any time? What if real attempts to be respectful limit our connectedness and ability to get under the surface with our workaday relationships? One of my largest Clients ever was “Swi,” a shortened version of his last name, and it’s not a coincidence that he remains a friend even after our paths no longer cross professionally.
I’m not sure the intended application of today’s Diff. I am sure that we can find more fun and reasons to smile in our day-to-day, however, when we quit trying to be so serious, or take ourselves so seriously.