My dad went to Antioch College (RIP?) for his undergrad. When he got there, he had two roommates. All three of them were named Fred(e)ri(c)k, which he always chalked up to a joke by some administrator at the famously liberal, weirdo school. He would later go on to work at Wesleyan, which is where I grew up and is (was) itself a famously weirdo, liberal school. (Lately the administration has worked tirelessly to change its unique character, but that’s a story for another day.) Anyway, they resolved this by having one of them go by Fred, one of them go by Freddie, and my father by Frits. (Not Fritz, incidentally, but Frits.)
Since my little piece for the NYT listed my full name of Fredrik (its a Dutch spelling), and this website uses my full name as well, some people are asking me if I am abandoning being called Freddie in the pursuit of being more serious. Never! The NYT found me through here, and I chose FredrikdeBoer.com just because it’s a professional site, etc. But Fredrik or Freddie or even Fred are fine. It’s not part of a conscious decision to try and be taken more seriously. I would hate that! Freddie is what most of my friends and my siblings call me, although it varies a bit. You can call me what you would like.