I am, yes. Thanks.
I’ve known several girls named Martha. The hot ones all went by “Marty” while the homely or dull ones stuck with Martha.
I knew a girl whose actual name was Bambi. She was very hot indeed.
This is common but flawed logic. You have to realized that within, like, five minutes, your child’s wonderfullness will trump any reference to some historical jerk-face who had an identical name.
For example, I could have named my son Adolph Hitler Mustard, and from that point on, whenever I hear the name Hitler, I’ll think not of that Nazi dude, but of my little Dolphie*
*and his little Charlie Chaplin 'stache
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WAG, Mrs. Mustard wouldn’t go for it?
Fletcher?
You are correct. She did compromise, however. And little Fidel is doing just fine.
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