Mitcz FAQ

Here is the official “shit I get asked a lot in my life” section. It was originally hosted just on RevMitcz.com, but I decided it would have a better home on here. So, these questions will update as more come in.

Why Do You Have a FAQ?

Well, I’ve found over the years that I get asked a lot of the same questions. So, I thought I’d provide an area on the site where I could field those commonly asked, very burning questions that delve into my very psyche. Also, it’s nice to have a place where one can openly talk to one’s self. Got a question not covered here? Well, shoot me an e-mail!

Why the “Rev” thing? Are you a Reverend?

I really don’t know how people read “Rev” before a name and not know that it means Reverend. But, please, if we ever meet - don’t yell “Rev!” at me. I’m Mitcz. Address me as such, thank you.

I put Rev. in there because it was a nickname I received in high school. In my American Gov’t class, we had a weekly assignment to bring in a newspaper article and write a quick paper on our opinion relating to the article. The teacher would randomly call on people in the class to “share”, pretty much just to test if we’d done it. Of course, any chance to sit around and rant is one I relish with joy, so I would often give these long-winded socio-political speeches in the class. Eventually, the class would ask to hear my opinions on things - and I turned it into a bit of a “sermon”. (That means a religious speech)

One day, I wore a black dress jacket over a white shirt (which looked rather “priest-ish”), and someone in the class yelled “look! it’s Reverend Mitch!”. I loved the way that sounded, so I adopted it as my “star name”. About 6 months later, I got non-denominational ordainment and voila!

Okay, how the FUCK do I pronounce ‘Mitcz’?

It’s pronounced like my birthname - Mitch.

And why did you write your name like that?

I felt like it. I never really cared for my name. It being one that conveniently rhymed with “Bitch”, and having a last name that sounded a lot like a San Francisco treat - “Mitch the Bitch Macaroni” and “Bitch-A-Roni, the San Francisco treat” were favorites amongst my (now dead) childhood foes. I kid about them being dead now. They’re living semi-healthy lives in my basement, where I feed them on a strict diet of whatever I ate the night before. Anyway - “Mitcz” just looks cooler written down, and has the convenient after effect of being very Googlable.

Why all the shit in your face?

When you’re someone like me who regularly prowls the clubs around one’s apartment for women who are “freaky” it helps to have a nice shiny siren of sorts on one’s face that noticeably displays “hey! I’m a freak too! let’s get freaky.”.