For those of you following me and the other Skepchicks on Twitter, or if you’ve listened to the latest Skepchick podcast, you’ve probably heard that my husband and I are engaged in full-on baby-name warfare.
Last night we fought until 12:30am, when we finally settled on a name for a girl (I won!), but neither one of us has emerged victorious on a boy’s name. So the battle wages on. Still on the table are: Voltron, Adelbert and Profiterole Anders. Off the table are: Cory, Phil, and Sal M. Anders. If we do not come to an agreement by the time the baby is born, we will go with the default Isl Anders.
Everyone has advice on names and naming strategies. But this is war, people, WAR. I don’t need names and naming strategies, I need troops! I need reinforcement! I need rocket launchers and IEDs. I am a pregnant woman on the front lines! Fuck the Baby Name Wizard; that’s for amateurs and single moms.
The interesting thing is that I’ve realized how much prejudice I have against so many names. I have very clear opinions of parents who name their kids things like Emmaleigh or use arbitrary Y’s. I have rules about “Top 100” names, and name “stealing”.
Do you have names that you hate for no reason? Do you think you judge people based on their names? Am I making too big a deal of this? Is a name really that important?
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