Eh, I’ve known a Cherry. She was a first-generation American born by Japanese immigrant parents. I often wondered if she was actually named Cherry, or if her parents named her Sakura (Cherry Tree/Blossom in Japanese, a very common name there) and she just went by Cherry, if they decided to just translate Sakura when it came time to name her, or if it’s just a coincidence. But if I didn’t know that she was Japanese and Sakura was a common name there, I probably wouldn’t have noticed. I think it’s a perfectly fine name.
ETA: But really, I don’t feel like names convey feelings that much. Sure, Jeffrey means “gift of peace” (or “God Peace” according to some places, whatever that means), but when you hear “Jeffrey” do you really think of the meaning, or do you just say “hey that’s a name!”? At best you might associate it with other people you know with that name. At least it’s that way for most people I know.
Totally off-topic, but that woman’s voice drives me nuts (and not in a good way). Not her fault, of course, but it does. She was an announcer on New York’s classical radio station for years, so I heard her speaking all the time. Haven’t heard her in a while – either she’s left the station, or switched to a time when I’m not listening to the radio.
That retarded looking football player? I think they were married for a short enough time that they just got an annulment. Or something. It made for the greatest The Soup clip ever!
Well, that’s just it. Flowers ***are ***more ethereal and emotional than fruit. Mainly because we don’t eat them. They’re purchased, given & appreciated as pure symbols of beauty & perfection. Fruits are more of a practical commodity like wheat & rice.
