David Duchovny and Tea Leoni named their child Kyd. Smoking crack and baby naming should not be paired.
Michael Jackson named his first child Prince and his second child Prince Michael II. Later when this was no longer strange enough for Peter Pan, he nicknamed II, Blanket.
As sibling rivalry goes ballistic, Jermaine Jackson needed to one up his wacko brother by naming his son Jermjesty. Jerm for short?
Frank Zappa (remember the olden days when he was the only parent who gave weird baby names?) has four children, proving naming cruelty and fertility can co exist- Moon Unit, Diva Thin Muffin, Dweezil and, in a moment of sobriety, Ahmet. Is there any chance with names like these, that they would be able to say no to Chrystal Meth?
Actor Jason Lee named his child Pilot Inspektor after a song he was listening to. Rob Morrow could not stand the fun and irony available to him and named his child Tu.
You don’t have to be a strange self indulgent Hollywood type to burden your children with extremely odd names. I know a couple who on their first date ended up talking about their love and admiration of Shakleton (romantic Antarctic adventurer at the turn of the last century and if you ask me iconic hero) and when they fell in love swore they would name their first child after him. Time marched on and maturity too, and their first child was named John instead. My daughter was at camp with a girl named Magellan (after Ferdinand-the famous Portuguese explorer). How can she just go to the mall with a name like that? Doesn’t she need to discover something?
Everyday people have a weird sense of humour or are too quick to name-naming their children Jay Bird, Joanne King (Jo King for short), Terrence Bull (Terry Bull) and Justin Case, Hazel Nut, Phillip Hole (Phil Hole), Stan Still and Rosemary Border.
I went to elementary school with a boy named Harold Dyck.(pronounced Dick). Everyone called him Harry. When he asked me to slow dance I could not do it for his name.
We are all moved by our ability to create life- and as we know it takes little effort, no brains and zero level of physical fitness. A sperm intersecting with an egg can be as easy as 1,2,3 (I am not poking fun at fertility complications- I think people who work harder to conceive, likely do not saddle their offspring with wacko names. They have been humbled by the miracle and understand it does not take a genius to procreate) But we are so impressed with our ability to perform miracles and then be able to name them that it seems not enough to give them the ordinary. We must give them a name that will turn heads, stop traffic and require explanation.
With a face like this- I honestly wanted to call her “angel” but that would limit some devilish fun later. I certainly could not name her “Pat” or “Frieda” or “Betty”.
Will Shakespeare said “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” I am not so sure. Naming things helps to define them- why else do those names we choose suit our children so much? They grow into them. They become them.
One day as a teenager, I asked my mom why she named me Nancy. I hated the sound of my own name at that point and wanted to change it. She told me she had a good friend named Nancy who she met as a teenager who was the most beautiful woman she had ever known, inside and out- in part for how she captivated everyone and lit up a room as she walked into it. Every man between Montreal and Toronto pursued her and adored her. So I asked again “Yeah but mom, why did you name me Nancy?”
When I met this woman I felt sick. I was a teenager and did not feel my beauty. I felt like I should give the name back. Later-when I understood where our beauty comes from and grew to love myself, I began to like the name they gave me.
Would I be a divorced art teacher with two incredible daughters and a beautiful life if my name had been Einstein, Eve or Emily? What about Mary or Mel or Marva ?
How has your name defined you? Have your children become their names?