In what seems another persons life now, I was an electronics technician & worked with a LOT of women who for whatever reason couldn't, wouldn't or didn't stand up for themselves (usually I DID). I would get so wound up over some of the things that happened to them I'd still be fuming mad when I'd get home. One day, I came home about to blew my 10th fuse, explained what'd happened that day to DH & he said "Well, you're just my little NormaRae aren't you?" It sorta stuck
I've used it as my handle on the c.b. radio when we were team driving the semi truck & use it for my email. Luckily, I've calmed down a lot in the last 15 years.
My best friend for life calls me Sherry Belle...I dunno where that came from.
My DH calls me baby; he's the ONLY one that's allowed to!