Love? Dear? Babe? Keep your pet names to yourself

Dear fellow Australians,

I have to tell you something.  It's very important as it severely impacts my relationship with many of you.

I am not your darling.

I am also not your "love", your "sweets" and I am definitely no one's - except maybe my husband's - "babe".

There are many things I have learnt to tolerate since becoming an Australian citizen seven years ago.

But this does not extend to this form of sickeningly sweet, patronising and distasteful brand of familiarity.

Is it an Aussie thing to give people pet names?

I ask this because it is something I experience regularly in this job.

I'll be interviewing someone - often a PR person - and they'll end off with "thanks love", or "thanks darling".

I questioned if it was an "Aussie thing", but my colleagues say they hate it too.

So where does this inane tradition that seems to flourish in youth and PR come from?  And more importantly, can we get rid of it?

Maybe it has something to do with our British background?

Somehow "love" rolls off more smoothly from the lips of Welshman than from another Australian woman.

I am happy to embrace calling a chicken a "chook", a duvet a "doona", but let's be fair dinkum about this…  "love" stinks.



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