People think I’m nuts for wanting to name my first boy Floyd, after Pink Floyd. My sister was named Shelley after Shelley Winters, and no one called my Mother crazy. By the way, my sister eventually married a Johnathon Winters…and I’m not joking.
I was named after Eva Gabor’s character on Green Acres, not because my mother particularly cherished the show, but because she liked the name (Lisa). I’m truly a child of the television generation.
Of course, my mother with her naivete never anticipated the ribbing I would take what with being known as “Pecker”, but I maintain that her heart was in the right place. I sort of have to.
I’m not named after anyone famous, but my daughter’s middle name is Gillian, after G. Anderson. I wanted to name her after my mom, but hubby is a die-hard X-fan (oddly enough, only starting to watch it after the show went off the air).
We’ve taken a little good-natured ribbing, but that’s all. To make things worse, we often call her Piper or Piper Maru. When she was a newborn she would just open her eyes enough that all we could see was the black, so we figured the black oil got her! LOL
Just because I would never think to do it, I feel I must mention here that a friend of mine named his daughter after Ezri-Dax (or as I liked to call her Katiecouric-Dax) from DS9
I’m guessing the name from the Sting song? If you wound up looking anything like Daryl Hannah in the movie of the same name, I guess you can’t complain
I was named for my aunt, the author Elizabeth Ogilvie. While perhaps not famous, definitely well known in East Coast literary circles for her novels set in Maine and New England.
My name was taken from the character Bette Davis played in the movie “Jezebel.” The weird part is that Mom didn’t so much like the name as she liked the way Henry Fonda said the name. :rolleyes: