Sometimes, it seems like I’m dwelling a double moment. Now not in any grandiose, dramatic method – there’s deny invisible agent, 007 glamour to any of it. It’s simply that, virtually via collision, I finished up with two names. There’s “Helen”: my skilled self, a journalist who lived in London for over a decade. And nearest there’s “Lenni”: my off-the-clock self, who moved to a beach the town, loves smugly bragging about wintry weather swimming, and inexplicably began writing songs at the ukulele for the primary week in her thirties.
They’re, in fact, one and the similar particular person. However they really feel other – it’s like going between dressed in a couple of dungarees and a proper trouser swimsuit. Each pieces are compatible me simply superb, however my physicality – the way in which I walk during the international and my perspective in opposition to it – subtly shifts after I’m dressed in every one.
Somebody who has a given title and a sobriquet understands the peculiar binding of id that’s inherent inside of a handful of letters. It’s why Emma Stone’s bias to being known as via her actual title – Emily – is again within the media highlight once more. The Oscar-winning actor hasn’t made a large track and dance of it; she’s simply said a number of occasions that, given the selection, she’d in lieu exit via the title that feels extra like her than the degree title she used to be pressured to undertake originally of her occupation (“Emily Stone” being already taken via some other member of the Sag-Aftra actors’ union).
“I freaked out a couple of years ago,” Stone mentioned in a up to date interview with The Hollywood Reporter along her The Curse co-star Nathan Fiedler. “For some reason, I was like, ‘I can’t do it anymore. Just call me Emily.’” She added that if a fan addressed her as “Emily”, “that would be so nice. I would like to be Emily.”
We’re on opposite sides of the same coin. I was christened “Helen”: a perfectly fine, decent name that, regardless, never felt like me. When I got to university, I somehow developed the nickname “Lenni”, itself spawning a whole tranche of spin-offs (Lemon, Lemonhead, Lemony Snicket), and for the first time felt a real connection to the collection of syllables with which people identified me. “Helen” to me felt stuffy, uptight, reserved, judgemental – I was Helen Daniels, the boring, matriarch grandmother from Neighbours. “Lenni”, by contrast, felt young, carefree, spontaneous, fun. That was the person I wanted to be.
Once I moved to the capital to begin my career, though, it felt a little, well… silly, to introduce myself as such. Childish, even (and I so desperately wanted to finally feel like an adult). People would ask questions about the provenance and I’d have to explain – so I uncomfortably reverted back, feeling too embarrassed to do otherwise.
It wasn’t until 13 years later, when I moved to a new town where no one knew me, that I reclaimed my epithet by chance. Unbeknown to me, when I’d first set up WhatsApp, I’d saved “Lenni” as my username, which then pops up as your moniker for anyone who doesn’t have your number saved. As I joined new group chats to make friends, people would associate me with my chosen alias. It felt organic, rather than forced, and I was delighted. Now, when someone learns my real name, they’re often weirdly shocked; they can’t quite get their head around this other version of me out in the world, fundamentally the same yet intangibly altered.
The same identity crisis can be true for people with audibly foreign, rather than Anglicised names. A friend of mine switches between introducing themselves with their full Arabic name – which will often prompt further questions, requests for how to spell it, interest in where they’re “really” from – and giving an easy, shortened version instead. It mainly depends on whether they like the person in question enough to think they’re worth the time investment of providing the “real” name.
Then there are those who choose another handle to illustrate a significant new beginning – representing something of a ritual rebirth. The singer Cat Stevens (itself a pseudonym as he was born Steven Demetre Georgiou) becoming Yusuf Islam after converting to Islam, for example; a friend’s sister who decided to go by her middle name after coming out of rehab and getting clean. And, perhaps most symbolically, the decision of many trans people to pick a new name to represent the gender they identify with. Think actor Elliot Page choosing a name he’d always liked thanks to the film ET’s main character, or comedian Suzy Izzard selecting the moniker she’d wanted to give herself since she was 10 years old.
A name under these circumstances is so much more than just an arbitrary scramble of letters. It becomes a defining characteristic, holding within it the power for someone to rewrite their story and become the person they’ve always longed to be (or already felt they were). It’s why “deadnaming” a trans person – where you call them by their birth instead of their chosen name after transitioning – can be so deeply hurtful, especially if done intentionally.
“Many years ago, when I was contemplating suicide, I was planning to have a note in my pocket at the time of my death and several other notes in my home which would state my name, preferred gender pronouns and that I should be referred to as a woman in my death,” the actor Laverne Cox as soon as tweeted in accordance with a 2018 document highlighting how US police forces have been constantly misgendering and deadnaming trans homicide sufferers. “My note would be clear that I should be referred to as Laverne Cox only, not any other name.”
Even below a ways much less dramatic and destructive cases, getting any person’s most popular title right kind isn’t tricky. Why no longer do just it?
In spite of everything, I’m no longer positive I believe Shakespeare in this one. What’s in a reputation? Fairly a quantity in fact. A Stone via any alternative title might nonetheless have received two Oscars – but when Emily’s what she likes, Emily’s what she will have to get.