Don't Call Me... FITZGERALD!

Ever since I can remember, people have been mucking up my name--turning "Fitzpatrick" into "Fitzgerald." I always tolerated it, politely correcting them through teeth that grew increasingly gritted together as the years went by. After all, I never called my Smith friends Jones; never even called my MacDonald friends McDonald or McBurgerking. I even have a friend named David Reed, and I never called him Reede, Reid, Read, Reade, or even Reece or Reese or Rees or Reeks or Reeder or Reeve or Reeves...

What, you say I'm getting carried away? That nobody could possibly mistake REEVES for REED, despite the common REE letters at the beginnings of the word? Just like nobody could ever confuse MacDonald with McBurgerking? You think people can't mess up a name simply because the first few letters are similar? Think again! I've been enduring it all my life.

But I endured it... until Brutarian Quarterly. I had begun doing the Web site for this pop culture magazine (where the first incarnation of this page appeared) and in their Issue #30, I was credited incorrectly. Subsequently, I took over the layout for a year or so, mostly so my name wouldn't get mucked up again (they run a bizarre operation at that zine).
 

The Painful Error & My Befuddlement
The credit page to Brutarian Quarterly Issue #30. Everyone else's name is spelled correctly.To the right you'll see an image of the credits box on the Table of Contents page from Brutarian Quarterly Issue #30.  You can click on it to view it in full-size format.  I've circled the reference in question. Everyone else's name is spelled correctly. This makes me wonder what the story is, since my name isn't a difficult one and there isn't a huge similarity in sound beyond the first syllable.
 

This picture of Indy slavering mad was cropped the way it was because multicolored slime had begun oozing from his mouth, and he spontaneously grew fangs. Wow, that's annoyed, all right!
This picture of Indy slavering mad was cropped the way it was because multicolored slime had begun oozing from his mouth, and he spontaneously grew fangs. Wow, that's annoyed, all right!
 

Look at this list of "Fitz" names, folks.  "Fitz" in an old prefix meaning "son of," followed by the name of the father of said son.  It is the only surname with the Fitz prefix of Irish origin; all others are of Norman descent.  Anyway, examples of Fitz names are as such:
  • Fitzpatrick -- Son of Patrick
  • Fitzgerald -- Son of Gerald
  • Fitzherbert -- Son of Herbert
  • Fitzhugh -- Son of Hugh
  • Fitzsimmons -- Son of Simmons
  • Fitzwilliam -- Son of William
A Quick Genealogy Primer
Or, "See Dick Run Jane Over For Calling Him 'Rick'"
And there are LOADS more Fitz names. This is kind of like Ericsson being "Son of Eric," Robertson being "Son of Robert," and Johnson being "Son of John." It's a common way surnames have developed, much like the old practice of one's profession becoming a name:
  • John the Smith (blacksmith, armorsmith, weaponsmith) later became John Smith
  • Robert the Baker (of breads) became Robert Baker
  • Adam the Tanner (leather worker) became Adam Tanner
  • George the Carpenter became George Carpenter
  • William the Under Water Basket Weaver became William Underwaterbasketweaver ...or maybe just Bill Weaver
  • Joseph the Monkey Cornholer became Joe Monkeycornholer

The curious thing is, aside from the "Fitz" prefix, they don't sound alike.  I mean, would you call your friend Patrick by the name Gerald?  Would you call Herbert by the name William?  Of course not!

Poor Indy! Look at him pleading and begging for so simple a thing as his name being spoken and written correctly!So why do people seem to have this magnetic attraction to mucking up my name?  My theory is that we are so very very familiar with JFK -- John Fitzgerald Kennedy.  The limited American mentality sees "Fitzsomething" and all their brains can latch onto is "Fitzgerald." Not that I have anything against the name Fitzgerald -- it's a fine family name.  But so is "Rockefeller," but if your name were "Rockford" and they called you "Rockefeller" all your life, it might begin to irritate you (well, maybe being mistaken for a Rockefeller wouldn't be too bad... especially if the alternative is being confused with an old James Garner character from 70s television).
 
 

Dissecting the Confusion
Or, "Basic Training in Vowel and Consonant Sounds"
I've studied the names from a forensic linguistics perspective to see if I'm maybe missing something. I don't think I am.  Check out this complex model I call "contrast and evaluation alphabetic phonetic diagram" (read: chart comparing the sounds of letters):
 
G E R A L D
P A T R I CK
 
Interestingly enough, the only letters common in both surnames are the "A" and the "R," and they come in different orders in the two names. The "R" naturally sounds the same, but the "A's" are different. In "Gerald," it's more of an "uh" sound -- "JAYR-uhld."  In "Patrick," it's more like the "a" in "cat."

Further, the shapes the mouth takes to form each word are vastly different. First, "Patrick" begins with the lips together and is immediately followed by the touching of the tongue to the forward roof of the mouth. "Gerald" never has the lips meet, and the tongue does nothing more exciting than loll around on the bottom of the mouth. So far, there doesn't seem to be any strong correlation.

You'll note that I've grouped the "CK" at the end of "Patrick," since they combine to make a single sound.  Note that it has absolutely no sonic familiarity with the "D" in "Gerald," just as "G" and "P" are as alien to each other Mister Spock's blood is to Captain Kirk's. In fact, studying every aspect of these two names shows there to be virtually no logical way someone, especially who has known your name to begin with, could mess it up.

Of course, it's that "Fitz." But does a prefix muck up the works?  I don't see how, but it seems to be the case.
 

Retribution's a Hardship
Or, "Payback's a Bitch"
Indy hard at work. This picture was taken while he was resting on his hand, and the extended finger was completely unintentional. Honestly.In some cultures, mucking up a name is a sign of such disrespect and dishonor that if the person who was dissed tore out the throat of the offender with his teeth, he would be justified (I can't back that up with fact, but I'm sure it's true). Luckily for all the Fitzgerald fanatics in the world, we who are insulted can't retaliate to such extremes.  But all we want is a little basic respect.

I mean, if you wrote my last name "FitzPatrick," "Fitz-Patrick," "Fitzpatric," or "Fittspatrick," I wouldn't be too upset... those are all viable alternates to spelling the name.  But Fitzgerald?  Come ON, people!
 

Brutarian's Issue #30 was my first credited appearance -- as "Web-chimp."  I took no offense to the title, since it was not only amusing but quite true.  The credit was on the Table of Contents page, out of the way where credits usually are at the bottom, so not a whole lot of people will see the name and only I will care. But the next issue, #31, was to be a very important one to me--my first published fiction would appear there. Can you imagine  how much I'd have lost my mind if my name showed up on the title page to my story as "David M. Fitzgerald?"
 
Wondering Why
Or, "Could I Be a Sub-Standard Inhuman?"
Wondering about his worth and value to society.Do I not stand out in a crowd?  Do people not take me seriously?  Do I just not matter?  Should I come up with a pen name that nobody can remember--something short and easy, like John Doe? Hell, nobody ever accidentally called Stephen King "Stephen Queen" or "Stephen Prince," right? The most he had to deal with was being mistakenly called "Steven King."

What do I have to do? Wear bell bottoms so large a 600-pound woman could make two dresses out of them, and wear them down around my ass so stupid boxer shorts are sticking out? It seems to draw attention to the young idiots who wear them today. I could spike my hair and color it green and purple and get piercings in my nose, eyebrow, tongue, belly button, nipples, and... and... and how about nowhere else. Platform shoes and pink suspenders? Will that make people say without having to question their thoughts, "Oh yeah, there goes that David FitzPATRICK, I'd know him ANYWHERE."

So what do I do?

Charity
Do I have to take up a collection? Maybe there could be a GET DAVID FITZPATRICK'S NAME RIGHT T-shirt bit, or a benefit concert, or kids going house to house with coffee cans.

Education
Should I hold classes?  Not in my name education, but in basic perception and memory skills? And common sense? Hey, I'm a hypnotist... maybe I could get a group of difficult offenders together to smooth out some brain wrinkles and burn in some new ones.

Vengeance
This seemed like a great idea when I was taking over Brutarian's layout. The chart below is an altered version of the Staff Page on the Web site I originally did for them (FYI, the real names and titles were Dominick Salemi, Editor; Barbara Dobbyns, Voice of Reason; John Oliver, Associate Editor; Mark Poutenis, Art Director; Danny Hellman, Illustrator; Stately Wayne Manor, Columnist; Brian Hodge, Reviewer; and James MacLeod, Reviewer):

Domino Salami
Editor (except names)

Barbie Bobbyns
Voice of Raisins

Joan Olive
Ass O See It Editor

Mork Boobtennis
Fart Director

Dummy Hellwoman
Illus Traitor

Stately Batcave
Call 'em Nist

Beaver Lodge
Previewer

Jones MacCloud
Previewer

David Fitzpatrick
Webmaster

Non-Staff Controobutors
Check out the many controobutors
we've had over the years

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DUMMY STAFF LIST!!
For demo purposes only!
Not intended to offend!

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And what do you think would happen if I did that?
Indy is shocked at the thought of a Barbie doll performing an impromptu proctological exam and upper GI series on him.

The Barbie Exploration seems like fun now, compared to the thought of a surfboard.

  • Domino Salami -- Sounds like a cheap pizza special. To those who know him, that's pretty accurate..
  • Barbie Bobbyns -- Oh, she'd have killed me. I'd have had a Barbie doll shoved so far up my ass I'd have been coughing up synthetic hair and thanking the gods she didn't use the much larger Ken.
  • Joan Olive -- He might have just thought it was a couple of typos.
  • Mork Boobtennis -- From what Dom told me, he would likely have been too drunk to notive.
  • Dummy Hellwoman -- I finally had the displeasure of meeting this guy, and he would have lost his mind. But considering his punctuality, he'd have been MONTHS LATE complaining about it.
  • Stately Batcave -- He'd have gotten a kick out of it... once.
  • Beaver Lodge -- Seems the calm and cerebral type, but those are those ones you have to watch out for.
  • Jones MacCloud -- Didn't someone say he surfs a lot?  Would a surfboard up the backside make Barbie look like a pleasant experience?
 
Touché!
I made a trip to a hotel to see a client, and the front desk lady called down to let her know I was there. She got the woman on the phone and, as I was expecting her to say "David Fitzgerald is here to see you"--or, at the least, "David... (to me) what was your last name?"

Instead, she looks at me, and says, "What's your first name?"

I said, "David."

She returned to the receiver and said, "David Fitzpatrick is here to see you."

She got off the phone and told me to head on down to the office, and I said, "I'm impressed you remembered my last name."

She smiled and said, "Oh, it was easy. It's almost the same as my last name--Fitzgerald."

How appropriate--only a Fitzgerald could have not called me the same. I told her briefly how I was mistakenly called "Fitzgerald" all the time, and guess what she said?

"I can understand--I'm called 'Fitzpatrick' all the time."

Well, at least I'm not alone.
 

 
Wrapping It All Up
Or, "Would you like my foot up your ass TO GO, sir?"
Yeah, that would probably burn it into everyone's head in a hurry.  Yeah, definitely.

But maybe this informational page will help to educate the chronically name-pronunciation-and-remembering-challenged. But... probably not.

Best,

-David M. Fitzgerald

Nooo.... I was just checking to see if you were paying attention!

-David M. Fitzpatrick (proudly)