I know many women who call their husbands “Hubby” or even, in the case of one friend, “the Hubster.” I have nothing personally against this term when others use it. But I never do and couldn’t imagine myself doing so.
I’m not sure why this is. I remember seeing a greeting card as a child from my friend’s mother to her husband and was confused by the word “Hubby” in it. Even learning it was short for “husband” didn’t lower my raised eyebrows or smooth my confused brow.
Even the acronym (initialism? I always confuse the two) DH — standing for “Dear Husband” — used so often in Internet circles has failed to catch on in my online vernacular. I still choose the wordy, somewhat stodgy “my husband.” Harder to type, slower to say, indeed. Still I prefer it.
But recently I’ve corresponded with Laura fans who freely and breezily refer to their husbands as “the Man of the Place.”
For some reason, this I can do.