Several of them have. 
In my accent they’re all the same sound.
I’ve always liked The Beach Boys’ “Wendy,” so that hasn’t been a problem. I was convinced for years as a kid that I was named after it.
I like The Association’s “Windy” (the local HS marching band played it for my parents after I was born), too, but I hate when people try to spell my name that way.
Just don’t get me started on the Wendy’s “Where’s the Beef” ads. Like my teenage years weren’t awkward enough…
The following song was directly named after me, because it’s so horrible, just like the band.
Plug your ears @ 0:47
And trust me, if I say “plug your ears”, that would be a quite advisable thing.
For the longest time, I hated my given name, preferring to use my nickname. Imagine how thrilled I was when Michelle became a hit just in time for my early teen years. :rolleyes: Then when I was nearly 20, I dated a guy who didn’t like nicknames and started calling me Michelle. He didn’t sing it at me and I decided it was OK after all. And I’ve gone by that for more than 40 years now.
Incidentally, I found out my dad had wanted to name me Roxanne…
You must be a different Bob.
MiMEvery time I see this thread, I start singing
Hey, Carrie Anne, what’s your game now
Can anybody play
and think of Carrie-Anne Moss who was named for it. Oh, the earworm.
I have a cousin who was born a few years before Jessica, but I have no memory of her complaining about it. Most of her childhood, she was called Sica.
My parents were deciding between Julia and Cecilia. I think I would have had thread-related issues were I Cecilia!
As others have noted, it’s regional. In the New York City metro area, for many speakers, the words could not be more different. “Dawn” almost has two syllables – “DOO-ahn.”
I physically destroyed a recording of Bobby Goldsboro’s “Watching Scotty Grow”.
It didn’t help that my mother is sentimental AF about that treacley shit…
At least your name isn’t Honey.
I know a woman named Rhiannon, who was named after the Fleetwood Mac song. She has a love/hate relationship with her name.
There’s this cheesy 80s song called Ah Leah.
Cheesy??!!! It was the height of cool I’ll have you know.
/old fogey
I have a case manager named Rhonda; when I’m having a hard time remembering her name, “Help Me, Rhonda” is a good mnemonic. (Unfortunately, I’m about to get a new case manager; she’s moving departments.)
You probably would have been the first Jewish guy named “Christopher”.
My mother’s family name was Robinson. She did not appreciate the Simon & Garfunkel song from The Graduate.
Yeah, I love Ah Leah!