A Pretty Boys’ Club: Where Bad Nicknames and Old Jokes Come to Die
Oh, the things we do when we’re young, dumb, and full of bad jokes! Our darling Redditor has shared a spicy little tale of camaraderie, questionable fashion choices, and one very unfortunate nickname. Buckle up, folks, because this story is going to take us back to the days of misguided teenage shenanigans!
The Birth of ‘Pretty Boy’
So picture this: A group of friends with a penchant for giving each other nicknames that would make HR cry with despair. It’s not exactly the stuff of after-school specials, but they’ve got their system. One friend is dubbed ‘the hobo’ for losing his job once (ouch!), and another is ‘calculator’ for committing the cardinal sin of acing a math test at the tender age of 11. Our protagonist in this delightful mess? He’s been crowned ‘pretty boy.’
Now, why is a 6’2, no longer quite as pretty 23-year-old man walking around with such a name? Oh, darlings, it stems from a story so cringe-worthy that you can feel the secondhand embarrassment through the screen. Once upon a hair salon dream, our hero decided to don a wig so his then-girlfriend could practice her hairdressing skills. Harmless, right? Until, of course, his ever-supportive buddy cracked a joke about him being ‘eye candy,’ declaring the end of the need for girls. Classic teenage logic, and thus, ‘pretty boy’ was born.
The Present-Day Pickle
Fast forward to now, and the nickname has stuck like bubblegum to a shoe. It’s reached the point where even the new entrants to this merry band of brothers – specifically the girlfriends who were spared this rite of passage – are starting to raise eyebrows. One particularly affronted girlfriend demanded an explanation, and upon hearing the tale, was horrified. She accused our not-quite-pretty-boy of misogyny and thought he should jettison the nickname into the void where it belongs.
But our pretty boy is oddly attached to his moniker. “It’s nostalgia!” he argues. “It’s camaraderie!” Shrouded in this rose-tinted nostalgia, he may not realize he’s clutching onto a relic of an era best left in the past. Or maybe he does, but he’s just a sucker for the comfort of familiar insults. Aren’t we all sometimes?
Roger’s Witty Two Cents
Oh, dear reader, gather round as Roger spills the tea with his signature sass and wit. Is our protagonist an A**hole For Keeping a Misogynistic Nickname? Well, allow me to don my Judge Judy wig and split this hair.
First off, what a hot mess of a nickname! ‘Pretty boy’ might’ve been cute and mildly addictive when twinkling hormones dictated the script, but stumbling into adulthood with that kind of baggage? Darling, that’s like refusing to throw out your favorite, threadbare t-shirt because it reminds you of your first concert. Sure, you can wax poetic about nostalgia, but let’s be real – at some point, it’s just an old rag.
This charming anecdote of wigs, girlfriends, and bad jokes is entertaining, yes, but it also paints a clear picture of why some things are better left at the awkward adolescent phase. At 23, clinging to such a relic isn’t just a refusal to grow up – it’s a public display of stunted emotional growth. Newsflash: People evolve, and so should their nicknames!
Let’s sweeten this bitter pill with some cold, hard truth. If you hang onto something that offends or perpetuates negativity, you’re not just carrying the torch – you’re keeping the flame alive. And nobody likes a cabal of misanthropes clinking their glasses to misogyny, even if unintentionally.
So, dear ‘pretty boy’ – or should I say, soon-to-be-ex-pretty-boy – listen up: It’s time to retire that dinosaur nickname and unchain yourself from the adolescence ball and chain. Evolve. Embrace a new moniker that reflects who you are today, not the bad joke of yesteryear. You deserve better, your friends deserve better, and for goodness’ sake, your girlfriend 2.0 (and the sanity of her friends) will thank you for it.
Conclusion
So there you have it, darlings. Nostalgia may be comforting, but it shouldn’t be a crutch that props up outdated, offensive jokes. Step into the now, leave the past where it belongs, and for goodness’ sake, find a nickname that isn’t an albatross around your neck. That, my friend, isn’t just surviving – it’s thriving.
Until next time, stay sassy, stay smart, and don’t forget your sense of humor!
With wit and wisdom,Roger
Original story
So, in my friend group, we have this thing we tend to do which is give each other mildly offensive nicknames, which might sound wrong to an outsider listening in. For example, one of my mates is still called ‘the hobo’ because he lost his job once and had to live with us, and one is called ‘calculator’, to this day because he got a 100 on a math test when we were 11.
I ended up getting called ‘pretty boy’, despite now being 23, and not fitting that description anymore, since I’m 6’2 and a lot less ‘pretty’ than I used to be.
Admittedly the reason I’m called that is a little misogynistic, and its to do with the fact that I once put a wig on so my girlfriend at the time could learn how to do some hairdressing shit, and my friend made a joke about me being eye-candy and there therefore no longer being a need for girls.
And yes, I recognise that this was bad, and we have since grown out of that, but kept the nickname. One of my friend’s girlfriends asked about it the other day, since it must have looked a bit odd, given that I, unfortunately, no longer fit the description.
She was appalled by my story, despite it having happened when we were teens,and said she couldn’t believe I kept that nickname, I was being misogynistic and enabling the actions of my friend when he was a teen.
I just don’t think its that big of a deal, like sure, it wasn’t a great comment or reasoning, but I still like the nickname. AITA?
I don’t want to change it but I get the background isn’t great.