If you call me Judy it means you know my name
If you call me Judyth you know me more formally, probably in a work/business setting
If you call me Judyth but pronounce it Ju-deeth you are a telemarketer
If you call me Judykins you are my dad
If you call me Imp you have known me since I was a very small child and are one of the rare few I let get away with it.
If you call me Jujubee you are Anne- and if you’re not I *will* hit you
If you call me Judi-Knight you are Joseph or Dave, or sometimes Nicole
If you call me Judy you know me from AOL and don’t know me well enough to know my real name
If you call me Juliana you know me from the SCA
If you call me Juliette you knew me as a kid in the SCA and don’t know that I go by Juliana now
If you call me Juliette-soon-to-be-something-else you are Evaine or Wyrm (and I’m, hoping you’re the latter because that means we’re in touch again)
If you call me Mama and you are not Stephanie, you are Ben from highschool and you’d better knock it off.
If you call me your favorite Charlie’s Angel you are Caryn, and you are fabulous
If you call me Blushes you know me from IRC
If you call me Abby you know me from my early IRC days, or from online writing groups
If you call me Baby you are Ryan
If you call me Honey you are Peter or Sarah, or any of the guys who work at Mr. Pickles
If you call me Love you are Michael from the title company who I have a huge crush on but have never met
If you call me Goober you are probably Ida, and I’ve done something not all that bright
If you call me Ma’am I don’t care who you are, I will make a face at you