All my elementary school Health classes and junior high Biology classes named the part of the heart that is now called the “atrium” as the “auricle”. I like auricle better, it goes with ventricle (the big pump below) and it doesn’t sound like the foyer of somebody’s apartment complex.
To continue this train of thought, I always liked the name Rhodesia, though Zimbabwe isn’t exactly a bad name, it’s got a Z and the bab sound, which is cool. Rhodesia, though, is such a soft and flowing word, it’s a warm cuddly blanket of colonial exploitation.
The boringly named Central African Republic used to be called Oubangui-Chari in French, or Ubangi-Shari. Those are the country’s 2 major rivers, so the older name makes sense in terms of geographical features. Central African Republic sounds almost anonymous, while Ubangi-Shari is unique and as a bonus could be the lyrics of a cool song.
There’s a rock in Oregon along the Columbia river that was called Iwash (meaning penis) by the Chinook tribe, renamed Cock Rock by white explorers, and finally renamed Rooster Rock by the prudes. While Cock Rock is objectively the best name, Iwash is good too and much better than Rooster.
Sure, lots of post-colonial names. And even where the actual people in the land are mostly the colonists, not the indigenous people, it’s a popular upgrade to names these days. For instance, I don’t think there were a lot of people referring to “Aquinnah” in Martha’s Vinyard, but when the locals decided they wanted to change the name from “Gay Head”, the old indigenous name was an obvious choice.