Interesting and Fun-to-Know Fact About Me #47: I spent the first two decades of my life almost exclusively going by the nickname “Chip.” Surprisingly enough, I still have people who I consider pretty good friends look around my apartment and suddenly blurt out, “Who the hell is ‘Chip’ and why do you have a poster signed by Dave Barry to him?” So I might as well get it overwith for the rest of you: yes, they call me Chip at home; I’m a Jr., and that’s apparently what you can do with that, so go on, get it out of your system and let’s get back to behaving like adults. Done?

I’m not really sure when I decided to eschew the campy nickname for my more formal legal name — okay, that’s a lie, I know exactly which straw broke that camel’s back, but I’m not sharing the story right now. I did, however, gradually deprecate its use like an obsolete piece of HTML, primarily by no longer correcting new professors on the first day of class when they went through roll call and asked for corrections and nicknames. As I transitioned from the class of ‘96 to ‘97 in the Aerospace program (thanks to the five-year liberal arts double major), most of my new not-quite-my-friend classmates knew me only as the professors knew me — Shelby — and I myself got used to my new-old grown-up name.

The final nail in the coffin for the notion of ever going through life under a diminutive nickname was when my new department receptionist for my first Real Job asked me exactly how I wanted my business cards: did I want the Jr. on there, or a nickname, or what? I thought about the work ahead of me and decided that the last thing I felt should be associated with advanced turbomachinery that might one day fly on something as formidable as a Comanche or a
UCAV is the signature of a guy named Chip. Golf, tennis, or surfing lessons? Go see Chip. Ceramic turbine blades or forward-swept shrouded fans? Call Shelby. Simple as that.

Now, as I steer my career toward the political, I keep seeing the best and final reason to drop the whole nickname nonsense once you pull the punk rock posters off your wall.

Randy “Duke” Cunningham sentenced to eight years for bribery and fraud.

I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby on trial for obstruction of justice during CIA leak investigation.

Ex-CIA No. 3 Kyle “Dusty” Foggo indicted in corruption inquiry

I don’t know what the hell is wrong with all of these people, but there’s something about their douchey nicknames that brings extra douche to their criminal douchebaggery. If I get caught up in some crapstorm someday, I’m going down with my proud, legal name, no-middle-name and all.