I started thinking about nicks because of the morning Twitter meltdown over this, which … It is not cultural genocide to call people what they want to be called. If I tell you I go by X, and you continue to call me Y, you’re being rude. If it’s cultural genocide, it’s only against those whose indigenous culture is asshole.
Mr. A and I call each other a million things (most often “hey, I thought you were going to do that”) but I don’t have a true nickname. Jerkoff kids in school called me Al because I hated it, and when we first started dating Mr. A called me Allie. Once. Just once. My Internet handle is the closest I’ve come to something that crosses relationships.