Pet Names and the thoughts they inspire....
If anyone listens to mainstream urban radio, then you know where this entry is coming from, so it's not totally out of left field, LOL...
Twista's back in our public conscience (not only because he allegedly knocked up porn star Pinky), with his new single bumping on the radio, called "Daddy." Now there was a time, at least in my mind, where that was totally acceptable, for a woman to call her man or *ahem* FWB that name. However, seven years ago a video surfaced that not only confirmed my suspicions about R. Kelly being a dirty dog, but singlehandedly ruined a pretty good pet name. I'm sure we all know the reason why.
On a related note, I remember being extremely upset in junior high and high school because among all the other insults I got thrown my way, the emergence of the Notorious B.I.G. as rap's next big thing got "Biggie" thrown my way more times than I can count. Instead of embracing it and turning it into a positive like Big did ("hearthrob never/black and ugly as ever/however, I stay coochie down to the socks...") I ran from it. Now, I find myself wearing shirts around the house with "Big" all over them. "Big Dog," "Big Daddy," etc., so it seems that I can finally quote the hook with confidence and not be ashamed anymore - ladies, "I love it when ya call me Big Poppa!"
In all seriousness, the power of pet names can never be understated. More often than not, it's something that keeps a relationship fresh and passionate, no matter how silly the name. Pet names give personality and an identity to that special person in your life, and it's something the two of you can share. For me, I haven't had that experience for the most part, but I can tell you, I'm a sucker for the classics. If a woman calls me "honey," "sweetie," "baby," or even "boo," I'm pretty much under the spell.
"Boo, you think can we rob a bank?"
"Hell yeah girl, where's my gun?!" Relax folks, I don't own a gun, nor am I interested in doing so.
"Sweetie, can you go get that pitbull off our yard?"
"I grab a dog, and I choke him! All day long my foot up a dog's ass, just BANG BANG BANG up his ass! That's my PLEA-SHAH!"
"Baby, I know you haven't eaten Macaroni and Cheese since 1986, but can you try mine, please?"
*AAAAAARGH NOMNOMNOMYUMYUMYUM!*
Now, before you go thinking "aww hell, Chris is a simp," I am NOT that weak for affection from the fairer sex. This is the kind of stuff reserved for a true relationship, not a girl just trying to get favors from the kid. There's something comforting, soothing, erotic, passionate, sensual about a woman who cares about her man and calls him those things with sincere feeling behind it.
It's one of the most powerful things a woman can possess - the power of sweet talk. I won't dare call it a lost art, but I will say part of the problem in relationships is that folks can't be sweet to each other anymore. It's easier to just talk at someone rather than talking to them. Giving nicknames and pet names to your significant other makes them feel like they are special to you and will do anything for you within reason because they know you'll appreciate it. Same goes for us, fellas. There's nothing soft or effeminate about calling your lady those names. Of course, babygirl's a plus in that situation because women LOVE it. When I figure out why, I'll get back to you, LOL...
So don't be afraid of the pet name. Create it, embrace it and enjoy it. And don't call me "Daddy." UGH.
Twista's back in our public conscience (not only because he allegedly knocked up porn star Pinky), with his new single bumping on the radio, called "Daddy." Now there was a time, at least in my mind, where that was totally acceptable, for a woman to call her man or *ahem* FWB that name. However, seven years ago a video surfaced that not only confirmed my suspicions about R. Kelly being a dirty dog, but singlehandedly ruined a pretty good pet name. I'm sure we all know the reason why.
On a related note, I remember being extremely upset in junior high and high school because among all the other insults I got thrown my way, the emergence of the Notorious B.I.G. as rap's next big thing got "Biggie" thrown my way more times than I can count. Instead of embracing it and turning it into a positive like Big did ("hearthrob never/black and ugly as ever/however, I stay coochie down to the socks...") I ran from it. Now, I find myself wearing shirts around the house with "Big" all over them. "Big Dog," "Big Daddy," etc., so it seems that I can finally quote the hook with confidence and not be ashamed anymore - ladies, "I love it when ya call me Big Poppa!"
In all seriousness, the power of pet names can never be understated. More often than not, it's something that keeps a relationship fresh and passionate, no matter how silly the name. Pet names give personality and an identity to that special person in your life, and it's something the two of you can share. For me, I haven't had that experience for the most part, but I can tell you, I'm a sucker for the classics. If a woman calls me "honey," "sweetie," "baby," or even "boo," I'm pretty much under the spell.
"Boo, you think can we rob a bank?"
"Hell yeah girl, where's my gun?!" Relax folks, I don't own a gun, nor am I interested in doing so.
"Sweetie, can you go get that pitbull off our yard?"
"I grab a dog, and I choke him! All day long my foot up a dog's ass, just BANG BANG BANG up his ass! That's my PLEA-SHAH!"
"Baby, I know you haven't eaten Macaroni and Cheese since 1986, but can you try mine, please?"
*AAAAAARGH NOMNOMNOMYUMYUMYUM!*
Now, before you go thinking "aww hell, Chris is a simp," I am NOT that weak for affection from the fairer sex. This is the kind of stuff reserved for a true relationship, not a girl just trying to get favors from the kid. There's something comforting, soothing, erotic, passionate, sensual about a woman who cares about her man and calls him those things with sincere feeling behind it.
It's one of the most powerful things a woman can possess - the power of sweet talk. I won't dare call it a lost art, but I will say part of the problem in relationships is that folks can't be sweet to each other anymore. It's easier to just talk at someone rather than talking to them. Giving nicknames and pet names to your significant other makes them feel like they are special to you and will do anything for you within reason because they know you'll appreciate it. Same goes for us, fellas. There's nothing soft or effeminate about calling your lady those names. Of course, babygirl's a plus in that situation because women LOVE it. When I figure out why, I'll get back to you, LOL...
So don't be afraid of the pet name. Create it, embrace it and enjoy it. And don't call me "Daddy." UGH.
posted by Chris @ 7:56 PM
1 Comments:
At 5:40 PM,
Southerner in Suomi said…
None of this makes you a simp. They are just thoughts about how you would like things to be when the time comes.
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