Guys. Ladies. Peeps. Friends. Besties. Hey you.
For the last, oh, 3 years of my life I have been tormented by the above titles. If you haven’t noticed, I begin nearly every post calling out to YOU directly. If the post doesn’t begin with “guys!”, it’s only because I spent 5-10 minutes writing and rewriting and writing again the first line of the post to try to make any other intro sound normal and natural.
I pretend that I’m having a one-on-one conversation with YOU when I write each post, so it’s only natural to be able to talk to YOU when writing.
Not knowing what to call YOU drives me bonkers! Call me crazy, but I think nicknames are important. When you have a “name”, “nickname”, or “inside joke” amongst a group of people, it automatically solidifies a community of sorts. Lady Gaga has her Monsters. Justin Bieber has his “Beliebers”. The list goes on and on! Since we’re a sisterhood (with scattered bromies, whom deserve a slow clap and a cookie for bravery) I put a call out on Instagram for help coming up with a name for you. we. us collectively. Let me tell you…
I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time!
You guys are SO STINKING CREATIVE (and hilarious). Thank you for the cheap entertainment, and for the interest in humoring my crazy antics.
I thought it was time to finally announce the name that pierced my soul and sang to my heart. It’s one that I feel like describes us in a funny way, shows my endearing, undying love for you, while still allowing room for creative “spins” on the name.
Guys…we are now FREEBS.
I really liked Freeps (like peeps), that’s the first one that jumped out at me. But Bubba said it sounded like I was calling everyone creeps, so Freebs it is. I can’t wait to come up with all sorts of clever one-off nicknames for Freebs. So there you go. Love it, hate it, it is what it is…just want you to know it’s a “thing” now so work it like it’s your day job.
Love you FREEBS!