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Thursday, October 14, 2021

My little rundown of college nicknames was, as R* pointed out, devoid of women.

For the most part, that’s the way it was. Regularly-used nicknames seemed to be more a guy thing at my school (and for that matter, at my high school as well). If anything, nicknames hung on girls tended to be intentionally and wholly derogatory, and so weren’t something you’d say to their faces. Example: I recall one girl at Eckerd getting the nickname “Hummer”, and it didn’t refer to her choice of vehicle.

That said, after digging into my memory banks, I have come up with a few female classmates who regularly went by colorful nicknames:

“Yen” - Jennifer T. (redacted by request from the same; hopefully I’ll remember her name years from now - ed.) Gained from some English Language Students (ELS) who lived adjacent to her dorm during Freshman year; most were Latin, and tended to pronounce “Jen” as “Yen”. Especially since there were so many other Jennifers on campus, the nickname quickly gained currency.

Kind of an odd duck. Very bright and personable, but could be off-putting. When I last ran into her, about five years ago, she had just gotten married and was on her way to Philadelphia.

“Cricket” - Barbara Small (I think). Don’t know the origin of the nickname, although I think she had it long before college.

Really a friend of a friend of a friend. Casual acquaintence. Partied with her a few times, but never really hung out.

“Angel” - Angela, don’t remember last name. Shortening of the first name, also had it before college.

A weird girl. Petite, kind of crude, not particularly pretty, but had certain… assets that made her desirable. Mainly got to know her for a brief period during which she was going out/sleeping with a friend of mine during Freshman year, and somehow we maintained a relationship through the rest of college.

Yup, that’s it. If I think of any more notable nicknames, male or female, I suppose I’ll post. I don’t want to overplay this, though.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 10/14/2004 11:38pm
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e to the c
As previously mentioned, earlier tonight I made my way to Woody’s on St. Pete Beach for an informal kickoff to this college reunion weekend.

It was a small gathering. There were about 10 of us total (plus some offspring). I knew about half of the alums: Rich and Mary Anderson, Jesse and Myla Turtle, Anne Chapin (who’s now married, but I don’t remember her married name). There were a couple of people there who graduated my freshman year, and if I ever knew them, I’m afraid I’d long since forgotten them. They seemed like a nice group.

I was the only Class of ‘93 representative, so I felt a little stranded. Not that it wasn’t fun to chat with everyone who was there, but it would have been nice to see some former classmates, not to mention roommates. But there’ll be opportunity for that in the next couple of days.

Aside from that, I enjoyed the brief gathering. It was nicely low-key, and left me with a true feeling of camaraderie. This, despite none of the people at Woody’s being among my closest Eckerd friends. Just having the shared experience at the same school was enough, and I guess that’s the point of these reunions.

Jesse provided a nice touch: He wore an old Blakely House t-shirt, some 10 years old, that had some kind of mock code of conduct on the back. I was amazed he still had any old t-shirts from his college days; I know I disposed of mine long ago (although I do have one concert shirt from back then still in my closet). I should have snapped a picture of it; if he wears it again, I definitely will.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 10/14/2004 11:07pm
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not shrinking
And speaking of shattering the common hockey fan’s closely-held beliefs, NHL Commissioner Gary Bettman ruled out contraction of teams as a possible course for the league, regardless of the lockout’s resolution.

Not that this pronouncement will shake the faith of boneheads that can’t stand the thought of NHL squads in Raleigh, Miami, Tampa and anywhere else they consider too far south (and aren’t regular winners). Hockey contraction has existed nowhere except in the minds of fans, and it’ll continue to exist there as a fervid wish.

I would refer such acolytes to Jamie Fitzpatrick’s debunking of the contraction argument. But I wouldn’t want to be accused of letting facts get in the way of a popular theory.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 10/14/2004 10:48pm
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Yes, there is a Mexican national hockey team, and it’s playing exhibitions against Texas minor-league teams.

So much for the theory, held dearly by snobbish hockey fans in Canada and the Northeast/Midwest, that hockey can never make it in warm-weather markets. Texas has had 13 professional clubs (the NHL’s Dallas Stars plus various minor-league teams) for the past decade, the most of any state or province in North America. And the rest of the South has its share of teams. I can’t think of any better marker of success than a thriving minor-league presence.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 10/14/2004 10:37pm
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Americans are getting steadily fatter. That means our mannequins are plumping up too.

More shoppers want to see themselves on display. And pipe-cleaner-thin waists aren’t them.

So mannequins, which for the female form typically range from sizes 2 to 6, are getting bigger. And some of those new forms are making their way into stores now, as retailers get ready for the holiday shopping season.

Just because customers say they want to see their frumpy selves reflected in fashion, doesn’t mean they really want that. There’s a reason why models are ultra-slim and impossibly beautiful, when they represent maybe 5 percent of the population’s body type. The mass market adores the ideal, if only to have something to either aspire toward or ogle at. I’m all but positive that these chunky dummies will result in lackluster sales, and will be mothballed by next year.

On the bright side, at least these things don’t have nipples.

Let me add that, had these big-bodied models been around when the Kim Cattrall vehicle Mannequin was made, the fantasy evoked would have been considerably less effective.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 10/14/2004 10:24pm
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