Does the name make the person or the person make the name?
Being named Joan, I’ve discovered a certain amount of, shall we say, discrimination and biasedness ( new word ) my entire life. Teachers were always friendly to the girls with cuter names ( or more noble names like Carolyn or Catherine) and so were the guys. I was the one people called to give them a ride home when they were drunk, yet I wasn’t invited to the party. My family says that having my name ( First and last) has given me my ( insert french accent now) rapier like wit, which I cannot deny. I’ve never met a girl with a cutesy name that can out joke me.
When I read in baby name books what the surveys say about the name of Joan, it’s pretty much across the board: reliable, hardworking, no nonsense, a name a girl grows into when she’s about 35. I swear on all that I hold dear that the name Joan is nearly the equivalent of meatloaf (and not the singer, either.) It is always in the same tone of voice. " Oh it’s meatloaf." Oh…it’s Joan."
We won’t even go into the evil Triumvirate:Heather, Tiffany and Brittany.
I could go to therapy over my name, but when a friend said, " Why don’t you just shut up about your name and pick one you do like and ask everyone to call you that" My response was, “Well, after nearly 33 years of hating my name, yet being the funniest Joan outside of Cusack, it’s a little to late to make a change so severe. Why didn’t you suggest it when I was a teenager?” ( Although if my husband died, I’m changing everything: first and last name, the drapes and the furniture.)
So, my burning question to everyone is: Did your name make you or did you make your name?
Have you noticed a discrimination or favoritism because of your name?