One of my high school English teachers named his newborn daughter ‘Anna Cloudy Day’. Groan.
I knew a girl named Christal Monument. I also knew a brother and sister named Krystian and Krystal - so ugly.
As far as cool names go, my friend LaRossa’s last name is ‘Thrasher’. Wow. Hopefully I’ll marry her brother someday.
My mother’s name is Aija and my father’s name is Egils. I was lucky - my name is Melania. Turns out Donald Trump had a girlfriend named Melania, but no one thought I was her.
tatertot, I feel your pain. I am a “Staci”. Only a handful of people have spelled it correctly on their first try. Also, I get called Tracy ALL THE TIME. I can’t imagine having a sister by that name!
My brother (born in 1977) is named Greg. Not Gregory, just Greg. I think it’s a great name, although I too would have a problem dating someone with that name.
I have an uncle whose given name (on the birth certificate) is Johnny Wayne. His twin sister is named Jackie Jane. Tell me that is not totally whacked.
My being named Lowell certainly seems to present a significant spelling and pronounciation challenge to the vast majority of the general public. Just thought I’d share that. I feel better now. On the upside, it helps make it especially easy to identify tele-marketers.
Oh, I can relate here. I constantly have people spell my name Arron (I have met exactly one person who spells it this way) or Erin (What an insult since I’m obviously not female). Pisses me off to no end cause it’s not that uncommon of a name.
My middle name is Karston, which I don’t know if it makes up for it or not. It was originally Christian which I think sounds better.
I prefer to think of myself as being a person of some depth, but as they so often are wont to do, the facts lead to a conclusion which varies from the held ideal.
I know it’s nameist, but I could never date a woman who regularly went by the name Pookie or Babs. There’s also probably a few hyper-cute names out there which would dissuade me as well, such as Muffy or the like.
I like my own name. My initials spell out MEAL. And I have no qualms about pointing that out in a social situation.
[sub]Jeeze, I’m pathetic…[/sub]
I must take issue with this ruadh. My son is named Declan, and he is most assuredly not evil. 'Course, that could change…
I was with a guy named Ken for a very short time. Everytime I mentioned his name to someone, I’d get the obligatory “Ohhh! So you must be Barbie! snicker, snicker” :rolleyes:
I happen to love my whole name. I’m thankful my mum decided to call me Elizabeth Angela and not Sarah like she was going to.
I get kinda peeved when people spell and pronounce my last name incorrectly.
My husband’s parents were from Arkansas. With his brothers, they did what seems to be a sort-of common Southern thing–they gave the two older boys what we would consider nicknames as first names. His oldest brother is Tony (not Anthony), and the second one is Terry (not Terrance, or any of the other spellings).
Then the parents moved here to Michigan, and had another boy, my husband. His name is Timothy, and he goes by Tim. Why they didn’t just name him Tim I will never know.
My late father-in-law’s name was John. Nice name. In fact, it’s the name my husband and I chose for our own son. My son did not, however, get his grandfather’s middle name, which was Archie. Well, that’s what he changed it to, anyway. Before it was Archie, it was Archless. I loved my father-in-law to bits, and had no trouble respecting his wishes when he told us that while he was thrilled that we were going to name our son John, we would, of course, consider something else for a middle name. 
'Tis a wonder to mine eyes to behold your gracefulness in this humble setting. Your wandering knight gives thee laud and thanks that here could be found the answer to his final task. I’m off to report my success in the appropriate setting!
But first…
Since y’all (what? you weren’t expecting me to keep up that noblesse oblige speak for the duration? That stuff is fun, but it gives my tongue a cramp and that pleases Mrs. Tygr not a bit.)
Ahem, since y’all seem to have broadened this topic, I’ll drop my own odd name experiences. “Tygr” is the Web name I gave myself from my IRL name.
Background: I was born in L.A. in 1971. The way the parents tell it, the sixties hadn’t really ended yet, so maybe they didn’t feel any compunction about going with a non-traditional name. Dad’s name is Charles and he despises anyone automatically giving him the nickname “Chuck”. So I get a name that nobody will ask for my nickname - Ty. That’s it. Not Tyler, Tyson, Tyrelle. My given name is already a nickname.
Of course, right after giving me a non-traditional name, the 'rents decide to move from L.A. to the mountains of western N.C… “Green Acres” inspired, no doubt. You may imagine how school peers with good, solid, traditional names like “Bubba”, and “Clem” reacted to a “Ty”.
Anyways, I see a lot of ladies posting to this thread, and, if I may be so bold, you all have lovely names. Full of warmth and character, matched by your dear selves.
That’s all. Must report to Mistress Persephone. </hijack>
…you beat me to it. And NO, I’m NOT following you!
Anyway, it was rough in high school having a first name that rhymes with “gay”. I was a total nerd in high school, and never got in fights…but the only time I can remember reacting violently to someone was when they called me “Gay Jay”. I guess maybe the fact that I was trying to ignore my deep-down homosexual tendencies was the reason I hated it so much. But I dunno…
If anyone knows of a transcript of the skit I describe, can you post the address?
I think the guest host was Nicholas Cage, and he is in a sketch with Victoria Jackson (I think). They are trying to think up baby names, and for each name, NC comes up with some far-fetched reason why the name will be a source of ridicule, and vetoes the choice. Finally they settle on some wierd name. Then a deliveryman comes to the door with a “package for Mr. Asswipe”. Nicholas Cage says “that’s pronounced Ahhs wee pay”.
My mother decided not to name me Megan at the last minute sparing me the initials of MNM (like the candy). Instead she decided Shannon was a good irish name. <sigh> and she SAYS she didn’t event realize what she had saddled me with until I brought it up to her when I was about 13 or 14.
I kind of lucked out, my sister’s name is Letitia (la-tee-sha) and constantly gets la-tit-ee-ya. really boils her butt.
also had a (male) roommate named Benaiah Koskovich. I don’t know how many telemarketers called for Benihana Kovish.
ahem ::kicks oldscratch in the shins::
I dated a guy named Otto; I thought that was a kinda cool name though. The oddest has to be this one guy named Jal though. I think his parents were hippies.
If I had a date with someone nicknamed Turpentine, I think I’d bail out of it. Reminds me of the cartooon brat Little Iodine.