My first name is Ashton.
Every. Single. Time I meet someone new,
They call me “Ashley.”
Are you so lazy,
You just heard “Ash…”
And stopped listening?
My name is Hannah.
Not Heather, not Helen - HANNAH.
No one listens.
And then a math teacher in Canada called me Hannah Miles instead of Hannah Mills.
A-L-I-N-A not Alice, not Allison, not Alesha and definantely not Elinor.. It’s not that hard >.<
Greeks pronounce my first name wrong BUT THE WHOLE WORLD PRONOUNCES BOTH MY FIRST AND LAST NAME INCORRECTLY
My first name is Chazz. C-H-A-Z-Z… not Chase, not Chiz, not Charles, Chazz.
And then my last name is Gillespie, which people seem to think is pronounced like gilles-pie, as if there’s some young butler named gilles who makes great pie… or even jill-ez-pee… NO. FUCKING GILLESPIE. GILL-ESS-PEE
I won’t even start on my middle name…
NOT HADGE OR HIYG
Frickin last name. I have been called every single variation of Leahy in the motherfucking book: Lehay, Leechy, Leehee, and Lahay.
I get Reeeeee-gan all the time. Just because the “a” you normally see in the name Reagan doesn’t mean IT’S ALWAYS SPELLED LIKE THAT. REGAN. IT CAN BE A FIRST NAME TOO. Fuck you, Brian Regan.
My name is Alexis, not fucking Alex. My last name is Reyes, but people say it as Ree-yees, or Rays, no, its RAY-ES.
um sometimes people call me Tyler
My boss’s boss calls me Emily. No, bitch. It’s Emma.
Growing up where I did in NJ, if your name wasn’t ending in a vowel (aka Italian), it was a surefire way for it to get butchered. Last name of Bjørnsen, it got butchered beyond words. Even when you explain that you just pronounce the J as a Y, it still confused people. And forget about spelling—ugh…