Confession: some girl I talked to on AIM a few times back in high school would always call me Joey Ramone. She was a friend of a friend and we never actually met in person, but I grew pretty fond of the nickname. It had a certain hip, edgey, five-years-past-pop-culture-relevance-but-still-powerful type of je nous se qua to it. I still like it and any time I see a picture of Joey or hear the Ramones for one quick second I flash back to her.

Moral: If you don't want me to remember you, don't give me a good nickname.