No I’m not talking about Bengie and Max. I’m talking about those names of endearment our loved one’s give us. I am very guilty of using them. Dear, Love, Darling – are among my favorite.
But as a creepy guy put his arm around my neck and called me Baby I realized how odd someone our pet names are. But more specifically I question the ones that have to do with food. Do I really want people to refer to me as edible? And why are certain foods better pet names than others?
Muffin
Cupcake
Pumpkin
Pudding
Sugar
And this transcends over languages:
In France one of their phrases translates to: my little cabbage
And in Spanish: My half and orange means my soul mate
Before we know it we will be referring to our friends as Broccoli.
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