Names that became unusable, like Kermit

I collect 'em. I’ve gpt a girlfriend who has trouble getting to sleep at nights, no matter what else, wants a “story”. These are my “stories”. She throws a pillow or two my way, scows, and then is able to sleep.

I don’t invent 'em but I do work a bit on the delivery :wink:

Sancho.

While el Quijote is a great book and all, it sucks that if I ever name a son or godson after two of my favourite historical figures (Sancho III and Sancho VII of Navarra), he’d hear no end of the fatso jokes from people who can’t be bothered go beyond the caricature.

You should get him to watch Orgazmo when he’s older, too… for another great Cinematic character named “Sancho”. :smiley:

The joke didn’t make any sense at first because the rhyme I knew as a kid went:

“Knick-Knack, Paddywhack, Give the dog a bone, This old man came rolling home”

“Igor.”

Sorry, Mister Sikorsky.

I know a Ronald McDonald. He’s around 40 I think. He is also a deeply disturbed individual.

I know twin brothers named Ronald and Donald. But they’re just my age(I’m not quite 52) and so they were named before the McDonald’s mascot became such an icon.

I used to think this too, but my boyfriend says it’s a common name where he’s from (Bosnia). I don’t know exactly what he means by “common”, but that’s his brother’s name.

Not a name, but this thread reminded me of the comedian - blanking on who it was now - who said that Hitler ruined that moustache style for everyone.

I was surprised to glance at my train conductor’s ID badge the other day and he, too, bore the McMoniker.

My first thought was, I wonder if they registered him at birth to get free coupons.

If you and Linus were kids nowadays, maybe his peers would be asking him for the release schedule of the next kernel update.

uncrosses her eyes and makes a note in her videoclub list

Hello. My name is Clifford. What used to be the 63rd most popular boy’s name in the 1920s (so says the Baby Name Wizard) is now a big, red, cartoon dog. Being called a dog all the time is not great for a child’s self-esteem. Kids can be so cruel.

Hell, I was only named Clifford in 1982 because of inertia (Hello, my name is Clifford IV). No way I’m subjecting any kid of mine to that.

I was at a local business once that had old family portraits hanging, and a couple of the men have those little moustaches. It is…startling, to say the least.

I image anyone looking at a current list of popular baby names would have to wonder…

Where’s Waldo?

What? You never heard of Kermit Zarley, the greatest name* in golf?

*Not the greatest golfer, of course, but the greatest name.

Zarley has some stiff competition for Greatest Name.

Fuzzy Zoeller.
Fred Funk (for the alliterative) (Go Terps).
Jesper Parnevik.
Seve Ballesteros.
Retief Goosen.

My vote for coolest name: Rocco Mediate.

And one of the greatest golfers also has one of the greatest names: Tiger Woods. His name’s an aggressive, predatory animal and a club type (not to mention where us duffers end up too many times a round). Very great name.

I know a Kermit. My high school biology teacher was so named before the frog came along and he got perpetually teased by his students for it. (Walking down the hallway, he’d just hear “Ribbit” following him). He pretended to hate the association, but he always drove a green car with a vanity license plate which said, you guessed it, RIBBIT.

So, probably not too many Scooby Doo’s out there in the world, either.

I haven’t met or heard of any Raquels except for Ms. Welch. Lot to live up to with that name, I reckon.

Likewise Hannibal. I hear Jason took a serious downturn in popularity back in the 80’s.

I’d rather be compared to a big red dog than to Cliff Claven any day.

I used to work with a man named Kermit - he’d be in his 30s now. And my husband’s second cousin is married to a man named Elvis, who is also in his 30’s.

My co-worker from Taiwan, who has lived in the states for 15 years, wanted to name her new baby Alvin but was talked out of it - apparently the Chipmunks ruined that name.

I wanted to name one of my sons Peter, because I’ve always loved that name, but I was talked out of it (Peter Pan, Peter-pumpkin-eater, etc.).