Alias or fictitious name most often used by people whose life is somehow connected with publicity - the reason is the desire to make their name more memorable. But sometimes the pseudonym outgrows the stage image of its author and signals the beginning of his new life. We talked with the people who came up with a middle name about how it came about and whether their lives have changed since then.
I always had a desire to perform on stage, but as a drag queen artist I started performing quite late - I was already twenty-five years old. It so happened that it became my job, which brings me money. I came up with a pseudonym myself. Initially, I wanted to call myself Monica, because I really wanted to be like Monica Bellucci, but my friend once said that this name is simple for me, but Mona's name is savory and passionate, in short, the very thing. I added “Pepperoni” myself: I wanted to create an image that was funny, funny, but at the same time emotional. I also came up with a slogan for my speeches: "Burning Italian woman with a slight French accent." Many did not accept this pseudonym. Someone said that he was too difficult to remember, to others he seemed just stupid, but I continued to insist, because I really liked him. As a result, I merged with my image and pseudonym. I cannot say that there are strong differences between Mona and Grisha. This is one thing for me. Mona is more frank, bolder on stage, but this is also due to the image and nature of the work. If someone calls me Mona when I am not in character, or Grisha when I am in character, I will not be surprised. The pseudonym itself does not give birth to some kind of new incarnation of me. Rather, it opens up a new facet. Maybe it adds new colors, but this is my personality.
Now I have become so accustomed to my image that I do not care what they call me. I can't say that the pseudonym somehow helped me, on the contrary, I had to defend it for a very long time, but in the end my image on the stage took shape with this name, and I would not agree to change it.
I have been tattooing since 2013. All tattoo artists have nicknames. I chose mine when I was four, without knowing it. I have been drawing, it seems, since I was born, but only at the age of four I began to sign my works and constantly wrote my name incorrectly. I swapped letters or mirrored them. I signed one of my first pictures like this - "Dasha Ebalotnaya". I didn’t know swear words yet, I had nowhere to hear them. I had no idea that I had done something wrong, but my parents decided to keep that drawing. Several years ago I found him and laughed for a long time. I decided that it is very thematically suitable for my work, because I draw inspiration and many subjects from my childhood. At the same time, I love provocative pictures that people don't expect to see in tattoo format, so it was a total hit.
My pseudonym helped to gather an audience that is ready to accept my jokes. Recently I came to work in a studio that does not accept swearing and generally represents the apotheosis of harmony and optimism. I was immediately offered to change my pseudonym, justifying this by the fact that it is too long and incomprehensible. But I think it was still slyness. I never got into such situations again. Foreigners in most cases think that this is my real name. I feel this name as an island of freedom. I really like the idea that if someone serious in an official place wants to say it out loud, most likely they won't be allowed to do so. Until now, the guys in my studio, mentioning me somewhere in the posts, just write "Dasha". It's a nice feeling when everyone is a little ashamed of you.
I was fifteen and had a large neighborhood group of drinking friends who hung out in the neighborhood every day. We were jokingly called "OPG138". Various guys constantly nailed to us. At the next Sabantuy we met a dude named Vanya Sovok. I went home early that evening. Apparently, that guy really liked me, he asked my friends all night: "Where is Marina?" For a long time no one could understand what kind of Marina was. It turned out that he was looking for me. Well, the next evening we in the company decided that Masha is when I am a decent girl in school. And Marina is my alter ego, rebellious and drinking. Masha is ashamed of Marina in the morning. In vkontakte, I changed my name to “Masha can Marina”.
At some point, Marina's behavior began to interfere with Masha's preparation for entering the university. And then I came up with the nickname "masha_vs_marina". I still have such a contact, mail and instagram. I didn't expect this nickname to stick to me like that. All my friends ask about me when it’s not clear which Masha they are talking about: “Masha, who is Marina?” In short, even new people in my life pick up this nickname very easily. Moreover, I have not communicated with the old company where this pseudonym was invented for about eight years. Some people think that Marina is my last name. New people who found me on social networks are still specifying how to contact me: Masha or Marina? The work is also a complete disarray: they sign me in the credits "Masha Omelchenko", "Masha Tuzikova" (maiden name of the heroine's mother. - Approx. ed.) and "Masha Marina". Because of this confusion, I am sometimes not allowed to film locations when they order a pass.
It all started with a local city forum. I had the nickname braza there. Why don't I remember anymore, maybe it had something to do with "Beavis and Butt-head" or something like that. In short, the usual stupid nickname. Then friends began to call me Braza already outside the forum. Some people still call it that. When the VKontakte network appeared, I didn’t want to indicate real data there - I didn’t really want to get in touch with former classmates or colleagues. So he called himself Braza there too. And only later I figured out how cool it would be to remake this name. Some now think that Obrazina is my real name, but no. Obrazina means nothing, just a cool punk word. When I was doing vanity scrutiny, I discovered that various politicized guys swear like that - both liberals and guardians. I find it funny.
Obrazina subscribe to all musical matters. In this area, Anton with a real surname simply does not exist, except that somewhere you need to name passport data - for example, sign an agreement or buy train tickets. As a non-music journalist, I subscribe to my real name. But this is a completely different matter, I would not want my character to intersect with me as an employee, because under the name of Obrazina I allow myself much more and this is often on the verge of a foul.
My parents wanted to name me Misha Sokolov, but I was born a girl, and I was named after the heroine of the fairy tale "Morozko". No one thought that the name Anastasia would become so popular. All my life I was fed up with the fact that, firstly, a very popular name and, secondly, a popular surname. In all courses and circles, there were five Nastya and sometimes two or three people with the surname Sokolov or Sokolova. At the university, I always signed “N. Sokolov”, which is why my work was often confused with the work of a classmate.
I've always hated my full name, right down to the point of nausea. I didn't like all the derivatives of Nastya and Nastasya either. The only thing I took: Anastasia Sergeevna - for the people with whom I drink, and Nastya. For a long time I thought about taking my mother's surname. I wanted my name to be remembered and not lost, given that there are a lot of my namesakes in the media. I always insisted that they sign me with the abbreviated name Nastya.Once a cameraman with whom I work, who has a habit of distorting words, addressed me with the word "Nasto". In the Ukrainian language, by the way, there is a vocative case. And I thought it was a cool form of my name and I like it. Now I often introduce myself not to Nastya, but to Nasto. Many do not understand why at all, although I just changed one letter. At first my mother was very worried that this was a neuter gender, but she calmed down when I asked her: "Mom, is Margot a neuter?" In addition, the name quickly caught on. Now, when I come to a new company, I introduce myself to Nasto, and they immediately remember me: "Oh, this is someone with a very strange combination of letters instead of a name." Very comfortably.
We invented the pseudonym "Ivan Synergiev" in the fall of 2010, when the rapid development of the Internet began at Kommersant. All this was then called the beautiful word "Synergy". We published a lot of early notes that needed to be signed somehow, some of them I made with my own hands. Then we began to sign them with “Ivan Synergiev”. Then "Ivan Synergiev" became the collective pseudonym for the staff of the policy department. We began to use it in those cases when the text was made by the editorial staff or six or seven authors worked on it, whose names could not be included in the signature.
As a matter of fact, as a child, Dad confused my name in the passport office when he went to get a certificate. He first decided to name me after a chocolate bar (guess which one). I brought it to the hospital, showed it to my mother. “So let's call it,” he said. Well, they decided and decided, and when he came to pick up the documents, he was told that there was no such name, and they wrote down something else. Similar (guess which). The first fourteen years I was two people: unfamiliar and unpleasant people called me by the name from the testimony, and the name from the chocolate bar - by everyone else.
As long as I lived, I dreamed so much that I would change this name so that no one else was confused. When they gave me my passport, I really changed it. I had few friends then, but somehow at the dawn of the Internet I ended up in the same chat, where there were many different people - then I came up with a nickname. It was quite long and ended in "-kid". The guys from this chat became my real friends, they were the first to call me that. I was about fifteen then. Now I'm twenty-five, and my name is the same.
I think there are two: Keith and another person inside me who is called by my real name. I definitely like Keith better - I sometimes feel how something that I consider myself to respond to the combination of these sounds in me, and in the second case - a lot of things that I don't like. If you think about it, now only my parents, the police, or those who are interested in my documents will call me my real name - and these, most likely, are not my future friends, whatever one may say.
Once upon a time it was super unpleasant if someone recognized my name from the passport, I tried to avoid it, it seemed to me that it was not fair, that someone did not believe that my name was Kit, and was trying to find out some secret or what a mysterious truth that doesn't really change anything. And then I worked at different jobs and talked with different adults, and did some documents, and the line was erased. Now I work at a school, and everyone calls me there by my first name and patronymic, but this is not at all offensive.
But to be honest, I can still say that my heart has a different name. I always liked that no one glued nicknames to me and I chose this name for myself. It seemed to help me grow, made inside me the one I like, whom I respect - the best version of me. And I know that those who really know me will call me Keith. That other part of me they just never met. Sometimes I think that a person with a different name is my dark side, that she makes all sorts of mistakes and mistakes. But this is not true, this is also me, and in the place where we connect, I have no name at all. There, in this place, there is no one to call me.
I hardly remember what happened in my life until the ninth or tenth grade. There is only the knowledge that there was a lot of physical and psychological abuse. There I was called by the name assigned at birth. In ninth grade, I tried to introduce myself by other names. I was bullied at school, but it was rather unbearable to be called by the name they called me at home. I never identified myself with this word, it was a symbol of the place where you are beaten and humiliated. My mother called me my father's surname and patronymic when she wanted to hint that this was a kind of "bad blood" in me.
After the eleventh grade, I entered a university in Moscow, moved and, when meeting new people, began to use the name Alice, but at the university I still had to deal with the fact that they call you something you don’t want to hear. Later this was repeated in the first and subsequent jobs, in graduate school, in the second university - in such places you are introduced with your first and last name from your passport before you even have time to think about introducing yourself differently.
At twenty-six years old, I had a major depressive episode - the first that I could define for myself that way, and the first when I turned to a psychotherapist. I had flashbacks from childhood related to violence, which I experienced very painfully. Several sessions later, when we talked with the therapist about identity, she asked why I shouldn’t change my name. It seems that then I first learned that it was possible. After complex manipulations with documents, I took a statement about the change of name to the registry office. In the registry office, I said that I was writing texts under this name, and at work asked to rename me as an author so that the texts would come out with this signature. In the end, everything worked out. After the change of name, my passport, and indeed all documents and contracts were canceled: the person who concluded them was no longer in the state system. Little by little, I changed all the papers for new ones, I had to get a new Schengen visa. Until now, I have not changed only the diploma of higher education, but this can be done at any time.
I had two options for what to write in my passport, and I chose, it seems, less extravagant. The fact is that for many years my VKontakte page was called "Alice Lindell", many people knew me under that name. It was possible to write this name in the passport, but Alice is a gender-colored name, and since I openly stopped identifying myself as a woman, I had to choose something else. "Lindell" is the misspelled last name "Liddell", Carroll's Alice. Accidentally I once wrote it down by mistake, and so it remained. And when in 2013 I first shaved my hair to the top of my head and posted a photo of it on the Internet, a friend of mine wrote “Dadalindell” under it, combining the pseudonym of the publicist Anatoly Ulyanov (dadakinder), who had a similar haircut, and that last name. This is what I wrote in my passport - in the end, the word "Dada" is not colored in any way, besides, "Dada Lindell" beautifully fits in trochee (or iambic - depending on how you put the stress). Many, of course, think that this means that Tristan Tzara is my fake father, but this is not at all the case. My name means absolutely nothing, as, indeed, do all other names.
I gave up not only the old name, but also much of my history. In many ways, I am a person who appeared in 2017 - I don't remember much from what came before. I deleted pages on Instagram, VKontakte, Facebook posts. Publications, including in scientific journals that were signed by that name, will never be included in my portfolio. It suits me.
Not everyone around you understands what actually happened. Some of my acquaintances, the editor-in-chief, called me by my old name; many colleagues still have me in their contacts under the old name. If someone says this name out loud, I flinch, but I correct the person.It's hard for me to say something about the record in contacts - it's easier to quit and delete it from history, because I have to say it out loud, touch the old decomposed carcass. I do not maintain any contact with my father and mother, but I heard that when they found out (as a mystery) that I had changed my name, there was a lot of noise. For example, my mother tried to persuade my brother and sister that I was no longer their sister, since I had changed my passport. My father told my brother that I was not his daughter. Thank God.
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