Had I been a girl, I would’ve been Rebecca. If that had been the case it would’ve been rough considering there’s a girl who was in my high school class with the same (and not too-common) last name who was named Rebecca.
My parents fought over my name as a boy. My father, ever the sensible one, wanted Adam. My mother threw a hissy fit because she went to Dartmouth with an annoying guy named Adam and she wanted it to be Abraham :eek:. My dad, who wanted me to have a normal name, had to reconcile with my mother, who wanted me to have an embarassing name, and came halfway to Aaron. Robin and Dave, I’m sorry to break the news to you that your kid’s in for a lifetime of people going “But I thought that was a girl’s name,” and “That’s spelled E-R-I-N, right?” I’ve thought about going by my middle name (nice and normal Jonathan), or shortening it to Ron (my ex-GF: “You’re going for used-car salesman style, I see”), but so many people know me as Aaron, including people that could help me out later on in life, that I think I’m stuck.
YMMV, Robin and Dave. It probably will, I’m just easily annoyed.
Had I been a girl, I would’ve been Rebecca. If that had been the case it would’ve been rough considering there’s a girl who was in my high school class with the same (and not too-common) last name who was named Rebecca.
My parents fought over my name as a boy. My father, ever the sensible one, wanted Adam. My mother threw a hissy fit because she went to business school with an annoying guy named Adam and she wanted it to be Abraham :eek:. My dad, who wanted me to have a normal name, had to reconcile with my mother, who wanted me to have an embarassing one, and came halfway at Aaron. Robin and Dave, I’m sorry to break the news to you that your kid’s in for a lifetime of people going “But I thought that was a girl’s name,” and “That’s spelled E-R-I-N, right?” I’ve thought about going by my middle name (nice and normal Jonathan), or shortening it to Ron (talked out of that by my ex-GF: “You’re going for used-car salesman style, I see”), but so many people know me as Aaron, including people that could help me out later on in life, that I think I’m stuck.
YMMV, Robin and Dave. It probably will, I’m just easily annoyed.
If I had been a boy, my dad wanted to name me Yukon Euray or Utah Euray. As a girl, I got off lightly, with the middle name Rae. Also, in saner moments, they thought about naming me Scott if I were a boy, but then my dad went into a public restroom and noticed that they had Scott brand paper towels, and decided he wouldn’t want his son’s name in bathrooms all across the US.
My two younger sisters almost were named Olympia Lou and Sara Lee (as in, everybody doesn’t like something, but nobody doesn’t like Sara Lee).
My dad had a little thing (from what my mother told me) with a woman while my mother was pregnant. My mom found out about it and decided, to get even with her husband, to name me Charlotte (the ho’s name :eek: ). Thank god she came to her senses and changed it to Julie when she saw me. Not that Charlotte is not a good name but the tension it would’ve caused and years of therapy that would’ve caused me… it’s bad enough as it is
My father, a man of unbounded confidence in his own judgement, wanted to name me Dedrick Adolph after two of the four brothers who founded the family in America in the 1680s. My mother pointed out that naming a kid Adolph when war had been declared with Hitler’s Germany not six months before was a genuinely bad idea. I was named James. I was Jamie to my some what goofy grandmother, but then she always called my father “Brother” and celebrated Queen Victoria’s official birthday until her death in 1975. I was allowed to pick my own middle name when I was a teenager. I did not pick Adolph.
Had I been a girl, I would have been named Amy. Actually, since their first child was a boy, my parents had just sort of assumed that the second would be a girl, so Alex was a last-second decision.
My dad wanted to name me Jethro, but my sister saved me from this one. At around the time I was born they were discussing Daniel in the lion’s den in my sister’s Sunday school class, so she suggested that my name be Daniel (Dan for short). Thanks, sis!
My parents had a girl name picked out: Laura. No other Lauras in the family. They also had a boy name picked out: Kenneth (For my mother’s grandfather). As the firstborn, and the girl, I got to be Laura. I don’t know what they would have done if my younger sibling had been a girl.
I am looking forward to my own daughter (as yet unconceived) as I want to name her after my two grandmothers: Hazel Margaret. That way, I can call her Nutmeg for short.
My Margaret grandmother finds this terribly amusing. My Hazel grandmother very nearly cut me out of her will until she realized that I was pulling her leg a bit, and furthermore, was not pregnant at the time.
My parents were thinking of naming me “Steven” instead of what I have now. They also had a girl name ready: Katherine, after my mother’s childhood friend.
I was going to be Mary Virginia Claire (no, we’re not Catholic). Then they decided on Virginia Lee (Lee’s a family name). Then I changed it, so it’s totally different now anyway.
I would have been John Wesley, named after the founder of the United Methodist Church. My dad was in seminary at the time. Thank god I was a girl.
As a compromise, my sister’s middle name is Susanna, named after Susanna Wesley, wife of the founder of the United Methodist Church. Naming pets after one’s obsessions - that I can understand. But a kid? Cripes!
I was thisclose to being named Raven, but my parents changed their minds at the last minute. Sometimes I think I would’ve liked being called Raven–it really would have made me stand out.