Truth: I had a patient with the first name Philistine. She named her son Eunuch.
QtM
Me, I’m naming my kid Phlox in the hopes he’ll grow up to be a doctor.
(What? Better than naming him EMH…)
Esprix
Now here is my problem. I don’t like the trendy names-in fact, if I ever have children i want to name them after my ancestors. I thought I’d use my great-great aunt’s name from the 1870’s. The problem is, how do I let people know I’m not being trendy if I name a girl NEVADA? (Yes, she was born in Carson City, and no I do NOT have very creative ancestors)
Well, to be a true train wreck your surname would have to be Christmas. 
Errr… it’s not is it?
As an aside about boy’s names/girl’s names; it didn’t occur to me at the time when we named Apollyon Jr, Alexander that he’s going to end up in school with lots of little female Alexs, and whether this will cause him trouble. I guess he can always go by Lex, or Al… or lord help us; Xander. 
My nephew’s middle name is Kali. They new what it meant before he was born because I told them. What a stupid name for a boy. Death and menstruation. Great associations
This just in: one of my daughter’s classmates is named Messiah.
I suppose it’s only natural to have high hopes for your offspring…
It could be worse. I have an uncle who decided to name his son “Rambo.”
This was before his eldest brother knocked some sense into the man.
I love making trouble on the baby-naming boards When an expectant mother wanted to name her son Packer, I wasn’t the only one who begged and pleaded for her not to… and she fully didn’t understand why. Then someone chimes in and says “oh don’t listen to these people and worry about somebody beating up your kid because of his name, you name your baby whatever you want. It’s your God-given right.”
Okay, so she should be selfish and name him whatever she wants and when he does get beat up she can blame someone else.
Actually, my surname is part of the trainwreck, but I figured I’d leave it out of the equation on a public message board where I’ve already posted where I live and my first and middle names. 
But if you’re interested, it means “country” in another language, so I’m “Morning and Evening in the Country.”
Ugh.
I’ve met men named both Lynn and Shirley. Lynn was ok with it, Shirley insisted on being called “Gene”.
I employ over 500 temps, and I have here the list of all their names. Here are some of the highlights:
Shelbye (why the “e”???)
Rosa Parks (had to be hell growing up)
Venessa
Renae
Lethia
Tramaine (f)
Dickie
Tricia (which would be ok, but she insists on pronouncing it Try-see-a)
Fadwa
Luidor
Demond
Viola
Lonita
Meyarn
Yannick
Quandra
Mathieu
Nannie
Orrion
Carnis
Silena
Shanen
Kany
Shanta
Nakolia
Royet
Lynyada (that’s the winner!)
Share’
Sequita
Anitrel
Janiever
What’s wrong with Yannick and Mathieu? Those are both standard French names.
Fadwa is a standard Arabic name, that you mention it; the woman who played Dr. Bashir’s mother on DS9 is named Fadwa El Guindi.
One can only pray that one of the parents is named Handel.
Ahhh… fair enough. Apologies for the Christmas quip, you just brought to mind the Elvis Costello song, the St. Stephens Day Murders:
I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas,
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve.
I wonder if they grew up hating the season…
My deepest sympathies. And, may I agree, “damn hippy parents”.
I met a young fellow name Thorin once… “Scandanavian parents?”, I asked… “No”, he replied, “Tolkein fans”.
//\etalhea|) - What’s wrong with Renae?
Maybe the fact that it’s René (boys) or Renée (girls)? I mean, I’ll be tolerant about presence or accents of absense, but not about a completely different vowel.
Some little girl is crying out to be named Shyamalan (or Shyamala or Shyamalana - endless possibilities)
My Mum worked someone called Treasure. Treasure’s sister was named Precious.
There are two kids in one of my classes, same family, one Austin, one Hamilton. (Hamilton is called Ham by his little brother.)
I’m not familiar with that song! Now I have to go find a copy.
It’s the job names that drive me crazy.
In my son’s pre-school class there is a Hunter, a Sailor, and a Fisher.
And believe it or not, both Hunter and Sailor are GIRLS!!!
I’m thinking of changing my name to John Cocktosten.
I did work with a woman named Pinky de Jesus.
I think of her every time I watch the Big Lebowski…
“Nobody fucks with de Jesus.”