My IRL name is Mitchell Andrew Albert.
I was named after Robert Mitchum and a distant Scottish relative.
How about you?
My IRL name is Mitchell Andrew Albert.
I was named after Robert Mitchum and a distant Scottish relative.
How about you?
My real name, Karen, was chosen because it was common, but not too common. Everyone would know how to spell it, but it wasn’t as trendy/popular as some of other names my peers had, like Tammy or Jennifer.
My middle name was chosen so I’d have the same middle initial as my sister and dad (both of them had middle names that were family names, however). My mom also didn’t want me to have the ubiquitous “Ann” or “Sue” as a middle name.
I was orinally called Lisa Marie after my Mom (Liisi Marjetta) but Dad said that name was too long for such a little baby. So I’m just Lisa. Little did he know that I would grow to 5 foot 9.
My first name was chosen from the Bette Davis movie Jezebel (it was the name of her character). My mother chose this name not out of admiration for the character or for the actress, but because she liked the way Henry Fonda said the name. :rollseyes: It never occurred to her that it was unlikely in the extreme that Henry Fonda would ever personally address me.
My middle name was chosen by me - I replaced the name that was originally chosen by my biological paternity unit. As I was young and unenlightened to possibility at that time, I chose the very innocuous “Ann” mainly as a placeholder.
IRL my name is Wommelsdorf Derfendorfer.
The first name is a combination of a town where my family came from in Northern Germany, and the suffix “dorf”.
Derfendorfer is a family name going back over 14 generations, to the more ancient Germanic tribes.
It’s a monicker I’ve learned to live with…
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p.s. my middle name is Sly. Like, Sly and the Family Stone?
My first name (David) was because my mom always liked the name. It was NOT for my uncle David, no matter what he said. (my mom made that very clear). My middle name is my dad’s first. My mom insisted that ONE of her boys be named for their father, in some way.
I (sort of) created my own name.
My parents saw fit to christen me “Terri”, which is a perfectly good name, and I was quite pleased with it for 18 or so years. However, it’s also - and mostly - a male name, not a female one. That led to occasional confusion here and there. No big deal, until the day of The Big Argument With The Big Idiot.
I used to work public contact in the public service, and had the odd occasion to send out letters to clients with no phone numbers asking them to come into the office.
One day, The Big Idiot came into the office, fronted the counter (not showing the letter I’d sent him, so I had no clue what this was about) and said, “I’d like to speak to Terri, please.”
Me: That’s me, how can I help you?
TBI: No, Terri.
Me: Yes, I’m Terri.
TBI: I want to talk to Terri.
Me: That’s me.
(Lather, rinse, repeat. Several times).
TBI (forehead veins throbbing): I want to talk to Terri! The Terri that wrote me this letter! (finally produces letter).
Me (trying to stay calm): Yes sir, that’s me.
TBI (with blank look): But you’re a girl!
Me (looking down at breasts): Y’know, I always wondered about that.
TBI: I want to talk to Terri! Not you!
After that, I gave up and changed my name to Terri-Anne.
An Elizabeth checking in. My name was a compromise of sorts. My Dad wanted Juliet, which put my Mom into a Shakespeare frame of mind, and she wanted … hold on to your hats … to name me Elizabethan. Pronouced the same way too, as in “Elizabethan drama.” She thought it would be “unique.” Dad put his foot down.
Sometimes I still try to comprehend facing life as an historical adjective. She now blames this fancy on the hormonal fluctuations during pregnancy.
My name is Rose Anne.
One grandma is named Rose, the other is Anne. I wish it was a little more exciting than that.
Rose
Annabelle DuPrioux Collette McDonald Smith it’s Southern Cajun French Scot. Annabelle is a nod to Antebellum mansions of old. My great great great great grandpappy was a builder in Biloxi. My other great great great grandpere’ McDonald was a highland sheriff. My grandmother was a DuPrioux. They were brandy merchants in old Houston. They lost everything when someone knocked over an oil lamp and their entire stock of fine brandy burned. Around Houston, they still say, “tipped a DuPrioux” whenever there is an industrial fire. Collette is the bastard great great grandmother from France, who entered the family through HIGHLY unorthodox means. She was a french Jew Quaker Pacifist Mormon who practiced plural marriage.
My surname means “place by the side of a pointed hill” in Welsh.
tavalla, I work with a Terry who is female. She gets frustrated because (a) people always want to spell it Terri and (b) people always say, “Okay Theresa.” Her given name is Terry, and people just cannot get over the idea that her parents just named her “Terry.”
My actual name is Jeanne Marie. I was named after my dad’s mom. My two aunts (her daughters) are named after her as well: Mary Jean and Jeanne Marie. “Jeanne” is pronounced like “gene” which people always think is male. And I’ve heard all kinds of ways people want to pronounce “Jeanne,” such as: Joanne, Jeannine, Je-Anne, Joan, Jenny, and Jen. Drives me up a wall. This is why I now go by “Jeannie.” It was my grandma’s nickname as well, and at least people usually pronounce and spell it correctly (outside of the occasional “Genie”). So I end up putting up with a lot of “I Dream of Jeannie” jokes, but it saves me more trouble than the other way.
It also never ceases to amaze me that my dad and my Aunt Jeanne will spell my name “Jean.” You would think that they would know better :rolleyes:
My legal name is Dolores (it means pain). My dad told me I was a pain in the a**.
My middle name comes from a actress my parent liked. Annette.
M-I-C see ya real soon.
K-E-Y why? because we like you.
M-O-U-S-E
My last name came from a immigration worker, who couldn’t spell my great-grandfather’s name. It was Welsh. Had 22 letter, only four of which were vowels. I can’t even pronounce that puppy with out crib notes.
My real-life forename is Steven, derived from Greek, meaning something along the lines of ‘Crowned One’. Steven (or Stephen, I really don’t care about the spelling) was also the first Christian martyr. Stephen Hawking is a brilliant astrophysicist. Stephen Jay Gould was a captain of industry (railroad? I remember his name from Railroad Tycoon II.).
There’s a lot of history behind my name, and I’m pretty proud of it, despite being non-Christian and definitely not a good leader.
But in my school, there are about six other Stevens, and my best friend is one of them. I wish people would call me Alan, my middle name. There are only two Alans in my school that I know of.
Better yet, I wish I were named Alexander. Or Christian. Some old name with the same amount of history, and with at least one figure I admire who shares the name. Maybe I’ll change my name later on, or move to some place where Stevens are few and far between. How many Stevens live in the general Germany-Scandinavia area, anyone?
My name is Jennifer Lee. That’s right, my parents intended Lee to be part of my first name, not my middle name, but on my birth certificate the nurse wrote it as a middle name, so officially I’m just Jennifer. (Oddly enough, my friend Sara had the same situation; her parents intended her to be Sara-Beth, but the nurse wrote it as two separate names, so she has a middle name too.)
The Jennifer is from a TV show my father liked. He told my mother he wanted to name me after so-and-so, and Mom thought he meant the actress, whose name was Amanda something, but no, he meant the character, Jennifer. So I’m named after a character on some 1983 television program.
The Lee is after my grandfather, LeRoy. My uncle is LeRoy Jr., but he’s mentally handicapped and will never have children, so Dad wanted to carry on the family name. If I’d been a boy, I’d’ve been named LeRoy.
Nowadays I go by Jeffie - occasionally Jeffie Lee, because it sounds so Southern. Jennifer = Jeffiner = Jeffie, get it?
My first name is Sonya, after some dippy figure skater/actress from the 1940s named Sonja Henie. I have no flippin’ idea why my mom chose that name. She has a thing for old movies, but I don’t know what inspired the Sonya choice. I suppose I should be grateful I wasn’t named Shirley (after Shirley Temple, whom my mother adores) (umm, heheh, no offence to Ms. Ujest )
My middle name is Marcella, which was my maternal great-aunt’s name and my my paternal grandmother’s middle name. So everyone’s happy. I dig Marcella a lot more than I do Sonya, and I’m actually thinking of starting to go by my middle name.
I’m named after Catherine the Great.
Err…Jay Gould was a captain of industry. Stephen Jay Gould is an evolutionary biologist.
I have a story.
My mother’s name is Betty Carolyn and her best friend at the time was Betty Ann. They were both pregnant at the same time so they decided that their daughters were going to have each other’s middle names. Which is the origin of my middle name.
Now, my Mom wanted to name me Elizabeth because that’s what my Grandmother had wanted to name her but Grandpa had won out and named her after Betty Boop,(Don’t ask). My father, however, wanted me named Teresa, the name of a doll his mother had and a name he had always liked.
When I was born, my Dad (who was in the AF) was out on maneuvers and Mom, half drugged out, just decided to go with his choice because she didn’t want to argue with him when he got back. But she didn’t know how to spell it so she just told the Hispanic nurse the name and let her supply the spelling. Which is how I ended up with Theresa.
Mom’s friend, Betty Ann, liked the name so much she named her daughter Teresa Carolyn and we were best friends growing up.
I don’t know where the Pamela came from, but my middle name is from my uncle Ray (Rae), a truck driver who was killed in an accident.
“Pamela Rae!” rolls easily off the tongue. Gotta consider that when naming children, since you’ll be using both names when you want to let them know they’re really in trouble.