I am going to clarify this once and for all.
It is Maan-see.
Yes, open your mouth wide and say the “s” like you would say it in in miss. Not a “z” sound … a “see” sound.
And no, it is not pronounced any other way. When I spell out M-A-N-S-I for you, don’t ask me, “So is it monsy or monsigh?”
Even though it starts out as “man” it isn’t pronounced that way. It’s maan-see.
No, not like Nancy. Nothing like Nancy.
No matter how many times people at Starbucks write it that way, or folks at work repeat it such. My name is not Nancy. It does not rhyme with Nancy. And I am not changing it to Nancy.
Just because some people find it difficult to pronounce it — and most find a way to butcher it — I am not changing my name.
Or letting the mispronounciation slide.
How would you like it if I called you Davay instead of Dave? Or Jaasawn instead of Jason.
What was that? They are easy names?
Well, so is mine.
And it has a meaning.
It means goddess of knowledge.
I bet you didn’t know that.
To some people it isn’t a big deal. They’d rather just say Jane or DJ at a Starbucks — all they need is their cuppa coffee, how does it matter?
It isn’t worth spending 40 seconds making the person behind the counter get every syllable right.
But I care. It’s my name.
Even though I know I’m wasting my time educating one person when the one at the other end will painlessly botch it all over again.
“Short white mocha, no whip for ummmm….Man-ey-sigh?!?”
I understand it’s a different language.
I get it that my name isn’t familiar to you — but just because it ain’t familiar doesn’t mean you’re going to change it.
My name is pronounced Mansi (open your mouth wider) and I am not answering to any other names.
And for the last time, I am not changing my name just because you don’t want to be inconvenienced.
(Here’s the backstory: I had been advised during my internship at NBC11 that it would behoove me to change my name to Nancy if I really wanted to rise up the ranks and have a career in TV journalism.
Needless to say, I didn’t pay any heed to that advice and TV journalism doesn’t exist — there’s only sensationalism — so no, I wasn’t going to have a career, promising or otherwise, in that industry to begin with.)
So, here’s your takeaway lesson: my name is pronounced — Maan-see.
It is not open to variation and I don’t appreciate your getting creative with it.
I’m not sorry that it’s difficult for you to wrap your head — or tongue — around.
I’m sorry that you won’t even try.
P.S. My last name, just in case you were wondering, is pronounced: Bhaa-tea-yeah!