" In high school, I found no burden in correcting people. It wasn’t their fault that they didn’t know, and there was no harm done. My annoyance would emerge when people would take it upon themselves to correct me in the pronunciation of my own name! It would go something like this: “DEE-OP?” “Oh, it’s pronounced ‘Jope,’ as in ‘rhymes with hope,’ ” I would say with a smile. “But . . . it’s spelled D-I-O-P. ‘Dee-op,’ ” they would say with confused indignation. “Yeah, I know. It’s still ‘JOPE.’ ” “Oh "

― Issa Rae , The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl