At some point last Fall, my friend redubbed me “The Critic.” Her tendency to nickname has never been satisfactorily explained to me, although I have my suspicions about the whole attorney-client confidentiality bleeding into her personal life. Not a bad habit, mind you. But not one that I share.
Now, “The Critic” as an alternate to “Chris” is not, as you might have initially thought, because I have a moderately Jay Sherman-esque body type. Nor does it, as far as I know, have anything to do with my longstanding habit of commenting on certain short films. No, I gather the descriptor has a lot more to do with my limited conversation skills, which usually devolve rather rapidly to bitching about everything in a rather trite manner. In other words, my tendency to “try to ruin it for everyone.”
Also, by way of an aside, does anyone else find the “Boy on a Stick” character of Boy on a Stick and Slither to be eerily misnamed? In part because the “Boy” in question has a distinctly lesbian haircut, but also because the “Boy” is really only the head of a boy?