I put a thread in MPSIMS about my daughter, Lucilla, who we call Lola.
I named her after her paternal grandmother as a gesture of respect. But my fiance (her father) and I found “Lucilla” to be quite a mouthful for such a small creature, so we shortened it to “Lola” (which was also kind of an inside joke because “Lololololo” was her first attempt at speech). “Lucy” was already taken by Lola’s cousin, who came around a few years before Lola was even though of. So we did this to avoid confusion.
But my friends and acquaintances, who are aware of my other interests, think that I call my daughter that because Madonna calls her daughter Lola. This, although a little understandable, fills me with rage for the following reasons;
How could they think so little of me? I know better than to name my child on a whim, after someone I have never met. Do they really think I am so unoriginal and dogmatic? I am so insulted when people just assume this. How could anyone think I was that bubbleheaded? GRRRRRRR! :mad: :mad: :mad:
Boys will be girls and girls will be boys, it’s a lesson we learned cuz of Lola. LoLoLoLola LoLoLoLoLoLa"*
Not sure who sings the song, but I’m sure you all know it! Come on everybody, sing a long!
I dated a Russian woman named Lola. It is the diminutive name for Olga. In fact she is the woman in the picture with me on “men of the SD” web page.
I can understand the distress you feel. Your friends think you are a closet Madonna fan. So are they still your friends?
And Pepper, thank you very much, *now * I have Copacabana stuck in my head and it is causing flash backs to when I wa 8 years old in dance class and we danced to that song. I’m now suffering through Post Traumatic Tutu Syndrome.
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And not Desmond Tutu either.
Lotus, why not just introduce your daughter by saying, “This is Lucilla, but we call her Lola for short.”
I, for one, had no idea what Madonna called her baby, nor that she was a showgirl with yellow feathers in her hair and her dress cut down to, well, about there…
You call your kid “Hepzibah,” and one year later the Schlockola Recording Group presents its latest mega-selling teenybopper lip-synching sensation, Hepzibah MacGillicuddy.
Or a Hepzibah Smith in East Assboink, Idaho, cuts loose with an AK-47 and mows down thirty-four adorable dimpled schoolchildren. And then cooks and eats them.
I liked “Amber” and was reminded of it on a trip to the Baltic, where a lot of the semi-precious “stone” is found and for sale in jewelry.
And I was on the lookout for a traditional, but uncommon name, with only beautiful connotations. I thought.
Then people said, “You named your girl after Forever Amber, the old novel about a courtesan (read loose woman) in the French king’s court? How could you do that to her?”
Jerks.
Then Amber was the first familiar name in a popular book called “The New Age Baby Name Book”. (I think this book is responsible for the increase in Ambers in the world.)
People said, “Why a hippy name? You’re so sensible.”
Jerks.
Then, “Why did you pick a common name?” I didn’t, but you can’t prove it now. I’m always turning my head at the mall when some mother yells “Amber, put that toy back.”
The latest? “Why did you name her after Internet sexpots?”
Impossible. Do the math, jerks. She’s too old for that.
Fortunately, she has never noticed, and likes her name a lot. I just hope my luck lasts.
And I hope Lola never notices either. Mothers deserve all the luck they can gather up in both arms.
