Ok. I love you guys, but it’s happened more than once or twice now. It may have happened as many as THREE whole times! You are spelling my name Julie. With an e. There’s no e. Goddammit all to hell. It’s Juli. With an i. As in i am a freak.

I chose my user name with a whole thirty seconds worth of careful forethought and you people are messing it up with your preconceived notions of how Juli should be spelled. Where do you get off with your assumptions of “e” anyway? You and your rich privileged prep school nonsense. Your effete e’s. Your theatre and your latte. Arugula-eating sandal-wearing latte-drinking Volvo-driving e-putting-on liberal elitists! You just can't imagine some of us poor Juli's couldn't afford to buy an E from Vanna can you? Huh? You just had to rub my nose in it. Nose has an e! God! It's everywhere!

Bastards!

Ok. Sorry. My head spinning around may have been a bit much, but it cheeses me off. I have been dealing with the e-putter-on-ers my whole life as a freak without an e. (that’s kind of like a Freak on a Leash, but way less fun) One time I was at a meeting where I had to fill out a “Hello My Name Is” nametag. Like a good little sheep I did as I was told: filled out my name “Juli” in black marker and laid it on top of my meeting folder and was moving through the line gathering the other meeting materials. One of the women organizing the event leaned over from the other side of the table and, brandishing her black marker like the voice of God she presumed herself to be, wrote a big “E” at the end of my name on my name tag. She wrote on MY name tag, because she thought I did not know how to spell MY OWN NAME.

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