What's in a Name?
In a recent post I had a contest where my readers got to ask me questions and over the next short while I'll be answering them. Two in this post alone. Cause I'm generous.
kimmy-d asked:
"What is something you love to do that might shock your readers?"
I don't know exactly how shocking this will be, but I LOVE Wrestling. Not stupid Olympic genuine Wrestling. I'm talking World Wrestling Entertainment! I'm talking colorful underpants, baby oil wearing, over the top, high flying drama.
I'm talking . . .
The best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be . . .
Legend Killing . . .
It doesn't matter what you think . . .
You Can't See Me . . .
That's the bottom line . . .
And if you're not down with that, I got two words for you . . .
I've been a fan since I was a young teenager. Not something shared with my girlfriends. Certainly not shared with my boyfriends. But it was something I could share with my uncle. I went about ten years without so much as turning an eye to the screen when I caught it on the TV guide, until Matt rented a copy of Wrestlemania 24 last June and we both watched (and cried) together. At the same time we turned and went, "Wait? You like Wrestling?" And from that point on our Monday and Friday nights were permanently booked.
What I love doing is looking up the history on the wrestlers. I love knowing the behind the scenes information, their personal lives and the ins and outs of the matches. Matt does not enjoy this process so much.
Me: Holy crap! Did you know that Shawn Michaels real name is Michael Shawn Hickenbottom?
Matt: What?!
Me: And apparently Rey Mysterio Jr isn't actually the son of Rey Mysterio Sr.
Matt: Why are you telling me this?!
Me: And Kane and the Undertaker aren't actually brothers. And Undertakers real name is Mark Calaway.
Matt: Stop breaking the 4th Wall!
Tonight was no exception . . . .
Matt: Did you know that Cody Rhodes isn't actually Dusty Rhodes son?
Me: Yes he is.
Matt: No he's not. His real last name is Cody Runnels.
Me: Yeah, and Dusty Rhodes real last name is Virgil Runnels.
Matt: What?!
Me: Yeah the son took his Dad's fake last name, just like Charlie Sheen did.
Matt: What are you talking about?
Me: Martin Sheen. Sheen isn't his real last name. Estévez is. Cause Emilio Estévez is his son.
Matt: Yeah but I thought that Emilio was the one who changed his last name.
Me: Nope. Here, I'll look it up on Wikipedia. Holy crap! Martin isn't even his real first name! Martin Sheen's real name is Ramón Gerardo Antonio Estévez. And Charlie Sheen's real name is Carlos Irwin Estévez.
Matt: Is anyone who they say they are these days!?
Which brings me to another question that two of my lovely readers submitted . . .
Sarah and ArtistJess both asked:
There is a story. It's not very interesting.
My real name is "Jessica" a name shared by 85% of all girls born between 1979 and 1999. In Jr High one of my nicknames was "6". Because I was the 6th "Jessica" in my class. It gets ridiculously old for me. I've never felt like a "Jessica". "Jessica"seemed to normal to me at the time. Other girls I knew named Jessica were Cheerleaders, skinny, blonde and blended into the popular crowd. I was a short, big boned, redhead! I needed something different. Something no one else had. So I took out the "e", both "s"s and the "c" and it left me with "Jia."
There are very few people that call me Jia in my personal life however since I took my "Jessica" title back when I was about seventeen or so. Matt and most of my family call me Jessi, Josh calls me Jess. ALL my online friends call me Jia. Old friends from High School get confused. "Do I call you Jessica or Jia?" To which I respond, "I answer to both."
Update: I totally forgot to write about a conversation that Matt and I had and he questioned me about it because technically it left me looking like an idiot at the end of the day, and he thinks that I need to blog those conversations more often.
So basically I get a kick out of all the nicknames they give the wrestlers. The Show Stopper, Mr. Wrestlemania, The Viper, etc. Triple H is my favourite wrestler (alongside John Cena and Randy Orton and Shawn Michaels) and he has the best nicknames:
The Game! The King of Kings! The Cerebral Assasin!
Matt: I get why he's called The Game, and the King of Kings, but Cerebral Assasin doesn't even make sense.
Me: Of course it makes sense!
Matt: No it doesn't. How does Cerebral Assasin make sense?
Me: Because he assassinates . . . . . your effing head!!! (said with a lot of anger and frustration)
He laughed for about an hour. He continues to laugh anytime he brings it up too. This is probably proof as to why I need to stop and think about words before I allow them to exit my mouth.
Matt did not take this news well.
Matt: Is anyone who they say they are these days!?
Which brings me to another question that two of my lovely readers submitted . . .
Sarah and ArtistJess both asked:
"How did you get the nickname "Jia"?"
"Jia is such an interesting name.. is there a story behind it?"
There is a story. It's not very interesting.
My real name is "Jessica" a name shared by 85% of all girls born between 1979 and 1999. In Jr High one of my nicknames was "6". Because I was the 6th "Jessica" in my class. It gets ridiculously old for me. I've never felt like a "Jessica". "Jessica"seemed to normal to me at the time. Other girls I knew named Jessica were Cheerleaders, skinny, blonde and blended into the popular crowd. I was a short, big boned, redhead! I needed something different. Something no one else had. So I took out the "e", both "s"s and the "c" and it left me with "Jia."
There are very few people that call me Jia in my personal life however since I took my "Jessica" title back when I was about seventeen or so. Matt and most of my family call me Jessi, Josh calls me Jess. ALL my online friends call me Jia. Old friends from High School get confused. "Do I call you Jessica or Jia?" To which I respond, "I answer to both."
Update: I totally forgot to write about a conversation that Matt and I had and he questioned me about it because technically it left me looking like an idiot at the end of the day, and he thinks that I need to blog those conversations more often.
So basically I get a kick out of all the nicknames they give the wrestlers. The Show Stopper, Mr. Wrestlemania, The Viper, etc. Triple H is my favourite wrestler (alongside John Cena and Randy Orton and Shawn Michaels) and he has the best nicknames:
The Game! The King of Kings! The Cerebral Assasin!
Matt: I get why he's called The Game, and the King of Kings, but Cerebral Assasin doesn't even make sense.
Me: Of course it makes sense!
Matt: No it doesn't. How does Cerebral Assasin make sense?
Me: Because he assassinates . . . . . your effing head!!! (said with a lot of anger and frustration)
He laughed for about an hour. He continues to laugh anytime he brings it up too. This is probably proof as to why I need to stop and think about words before I allow them to exit my mouth.
