Guy Ernest Louis Marie and something other Debord
My name; Janet
My sisters name Julie
Gladys or any name that has the y with an s after it or any of them that have to have a letter following the Y, another one Cheryl. Used to be I’d have problems spelling them
Agree with
Khreative spellings
Putting two or more names together
Names you have no idea how to pronounce
I do like all the months names.
Number names would be cool too! Unique names can only go so far before they become ridiculous!
Brett. I’ve known multiple Bretts, and every last one was a shitty human being. Not saying that proves anything, but it’s enough to make me dislike the name.
I’ve always loved the names Samantha and Gemma.
Caitlin not so much but all the others? Agree!
I too love the name Beatrice.
Also dislike Samantha*, Tiffany, Tabitha, Sylvia, Gloria, Celia and similarly saccharine names.
Blokes? Wayne, Dwayne, Rick, Percy and Cyril (thankfully the last two seem to have disappeared from the birth notices for the most part).
*Funnily enough, I know a number of Samanthas and they’re all great ladies. Shame about their name though.
I have a friend that named his son Truce. When I asked him if he wanted him to be a peacemaker or a calm kid or something, he replied that they didn’t actually know what the word meant when they picked it. Just liked the way it sounded. This is coming from a native English speaker. :smack:
My favourite names to hate are anything ending in “aiden.” Including “Aiden.”
I picked a traditional name for my son and am incredibly proud of our choice when I introduce him and don’t to say something like ‘spelled like it sounds, but with 2 extra “y’s”’ or 'his name is “Prolapse.” I didn’t know, I just liked the sound."
Helen. My mother’s name has bad association s for me.
People named Julie or Brad always seem to be assholes, in my experience.
Name your girl Bertha and you might as well say “she’s gonna weigh 300 lbs!”
Trendy names like Tiffany, Courtney, Noah.
Jasmine or the 900 variants thereof.
The old Indian is sitting in front of his lodge one day, and his son comes up and says, “Father, I want to ask you a question.”
“Certainly, my son”, says the old chief. “This is how our people communicate the traditions of our ancestors to our children. Ask away.”
“Well, Father, I was wondering where Indians get their names.”
"A good question, my son. The Indian always gets his name from the first thing the parents notice when the child has been conceived. For instance, one night your mother and I had just finished making love, and I looked up thru the top of the teepee and saw a beautiful full moon. Thus, your little sister is called Silver Moon.
Another time, your mother and I were out in the woods. We decided to make love out there, and when we were finished, I rolled over and rustled some leaves, and it startled a deer, who ran off. So your little brother is named Running Deer.
So that is how the Indian gets his name."
“Thank you, Father, for taking the time to explain it”, says his son.
His father says, “That’s OK, Broken Rubber. Any time!”
Regards,
Shodan
I worked for a short time with a Mysti. I always wondered if the highest aspirations her mom had for her was to grow up to be a stripper.
I know this will be a shocker . . . my first name is Jennifer!
I am very insistent on being called “Jenn” and won’t answer to “Jenny” or “Jennifer.” I’ve never like my name, but I didn’t have any say in it 
I would have named myself “Scout” (yes, really!)
As an educator of young adults I am thoroughly exhausted by all the Caitlins, Brittanys, and the thousand variants on these names. I’m noticing a developing trend in 18 and 19-year-olds having rather classic names: Joshua, Susan, Jennifer, Robert – rather nice after years of having 12 students in a classroom with the same frickin name!
Forgot to add: Mom came hideously close to naming me Clementine after my grandfather Clement. I was saved from having “Oh My Darling Clementine” sung to me every day of my life.
There are male names that I like, but don’t care for their shortened versions:
Robert, but not Bobby
Joshua, but not Josh
William, but not Billy
Matthew, but not Matt
My mom wanted to name me Michelle, and call me Mickey. Mickey! What kind of sick person would do that to a kid?
How about Gwendolyn? I am Gwendolen precisely because my father did not want that y dangling below the line.
My sister (who died when she was 3 days old) was named Laura after my fathers mother. So when I was born my Mom’s mother thought it only right I be named after her. Thank God I was born on my mom’s birthday otherwise I could have been a Mildred (Millie for short).
I was named Larry Richard Allen [I leave off my last name].
I detested the name Larry all throughout my life for some reason. Just a dorky name to me.
I will still answer to it, but professionally I go by Laurence, since I am a bit French in that way.
My ex-wife and I named our two daughters “Malaika” which is Swahili for “Angel”, and my number 2 daughters’ name is “Chanel” because she smelled good at birth. (Sorta joking there).
Not sure how they like their given names, but I like them when they roll off my tongue.
Lauren is a great name! Millie…I like too.
You don’t have answer but your screen name is intriguing.
Me? Cabin_Fever was self-explanatory.
It is funny how we grow up with our given names. Hey! We didn’t exactly a choice here.
:rolleyes:
I always feel bad about it because the only person I’ve ever run across with this name killed herself after being bullied (it was in the news), but seriously…who names their kid “Rehtaeh”? :rolleyes:
Adam.
And Eve.
That was my grandmother’s name, and during the WW II era, she may well have weighed that much. :eek: Yeah, she was called “Big Bertha” and even called herself that.