How would you feel if someone Referred to you by an Ethnic moniker?

The only one that applies to me is "Mick".
I don't mind it.
Growing up in a neighborhood of Italian and Irish ethnicity, I heard it a lot.

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Having said the above, there is another word on that list which if you used
in reference to my wife, you'd have a fight on your hands.

Ayup. I've been called by an ethnic moniker -- and sometimes even the accurate one. It wasn't because someone was being terribly nice to me.

How would I personally feel? Mildly irritated I guess (enough to roll my eyes). Being caucasian and male? Being called something along the lines of cracker seems quaint especially if the person wielding the term as an audible weapon against me.

Do you have some kind of point to make to this thread?

likely not a physical fight these days (for me) but something wouldn't go well

http://www.alternet.org/culture/why-white-people-freak-out-when-theyre-called-out-about-race

Layman and I are having a discussion about the "N" word

I guess he is pro for using and I am anti and we both have given our reasons to make our case.

I wanted to see how others feel about Ethnic monikers

I guess this is somewhat of a loosely based poll.

thanks for the site, it was informative.

It has happened on the Jewish and Polish front a number of times. Mostly I am unbothered by it, seems to become an issue for me when it gets used in a clearly derogatory manner.

Prime example was a gentleman I know who had difficulty with a medical professional recently. Rather than speak if the issues, he kept calling him a Polack which definitely became offensive to my ears in much the same way as listening to someone refer to people as a Jew bastard over and over.

A friend posted that link on FB literally moments after I'd seen this thread. Timely.

A lot would depend on the manner spoken. I think it's unwise and could be considered crass/bigoted by others. Since there are so many innocuous or friendly ways to greet folks, I think we really don't need the others listed at the beginning.

I'm mick, but since I never lived in Boston (my mother and her family from there) I never ingested the name as bad. My father was also of irish decent, other stories, but california related in the denouement.

I do remember her telling me about when she and her family first moved to the west, that their long walk to church, St. Sebastian, in Sawtelle (west LA), had people staring out of windows, and so on.

If someone called me a mick now (trying to imagine this), I'd just smile.

Polack here.
Have no fear.
So long as there's plety kielbasa 'n beer.

Nazdrovja