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I have lived my entire life in the South. There's no place else I'd rather be. As such, I am used to, expect and enjoy pet names... "sugar," "dear," "darling," "sweetheart," and the like; however, I have never ever ever been able to stomach "Hun" (or "Hon" depending on your spelling, although this spelling is less preferable to me). "Hun," does not sound feminine, delicate, lovely, delighful or even polite. No. It sounds rude, condescending, demeaning and just plain icky.

When the precious Ms./Mr. Anonymous commented on one of Monday's posts regarding Boss's comments about my nail polish and boots, it read like this: "Hon, perhaps he was trying to tell you something." Hmmm... "Hon" at the beginning of a sentence is probably the worst placement. It immediately riles my up and makes my skin crawl a bit. Perhaps Ms./Mr. Anonymous believed I need assistance or advice when I posted those anecdotes.

Well, dear anonymous friend, thank you. Thank you for taking the time to read this blog and post your comment. In the future, please don't call me "Hon," even if you mean well. Also, you can rest your pretty, little head. I know Boss was merely commenting on my fashion and wardrobe in his usual awkward way. I was not offended, nor for a second did I think I was dressed (or painted) inappropriately. His commentary on the latest trends for us twenty and thirty-somethings is amusing if not a bit tiring. Please let your similarly nomered friend Anonymous II know that I was breaking no dress code, and I am confident in my office attire. Thank you for expressing your concern and opinion, Hon.

Do any of you other readers have any nicknames or pet names that make you vomit in your mouth a little bit? Or I am the only sensitive (and thus probably bitchy) one?