Two perspectives here: my own and some recent experiences.
First, mine. For some reason I don't understand, I often am called Pat (shades of old SNL skits!) If often happened in my years of teaching, not surprising since there was another teacher of similar build, coloring, glasses, and height who is named Pat. So Pat was called Peg and I was called Pat, and we laughed about it.
But since I became Peg the Author, I still run into people who call me Pat, and they didn't even know that other person. Once again I rationalize: Peg and Pat are short, both start with P, and Pat is perhaps more familiar. I've been introduced to large audiences as Pat and had to embarrass the emcee by correcting her. I've talked with people for extended periods at conferences and then been told as we part, "It was so nice to meet you, Pat." And I've had emails, with my original, signed post at the bottom, that are replied to with the salutation, "Dear Pat."
What to do? Well, I've learned to answer to Pat, gently insert my correct name as a reminder, and then, if I must, tell the person outright but with a sense of humor. After all, I want them to look for www.pegherring.com, not pat.
The other side of this phenomenon is the people who get irate when it happens. I received a very nasty email this morning from a member of an organization I head up. Our secretary apparently spelled his name wrong on his membership card. That's an unfortunate error, but mistakes happen, and it's a piece of cardboard. It can be redone. I ran into a guy on the Net once with an oddly spelled, feminine-sounding name and incurred his wrath by sending him an email with his name misspelled (I used the masculine form). He called me everything but a nice girl, ranting on about my lack of character, forethought, and intelligence. A person's name is really important, and I should have been careful to get it right.
Or I could have told him my name is Pat.
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