Names...

I've read a few things lately about names. How people choose them, why they choose them, which ones are good, which ones are stupid...stuff like that.
Take my name-please. I hate it. I never have liked it and I doubt I ever will.
First of all, it's spelled wrong. D-A-U-N. Real nice. Not only is it stupid, I can't even get a keychain or a coffee cup with my name on it without paying extra to get it spelled correctly. Then, nobody ever believes that's how it's spelled. I had to bring a note to my Kindergarten teacher from my (retarded) mother to prove that that is how it's spelled. Even after you prove it, nobody spells it right. My own Grandmother never got it right. (Of course, she spelled picnic p-i-c-k-n-i-c-k.)
Well, you're probably saying, you can't tell it's spelled weird by the way it sounds. You're right. However...
There are only two songs I know of that have that name in 'em. "Dawn, Go Away' and 'Delta Dawn'. Great. One exhorts me to leave, the other is about a frickin' fruit loop.
Then, there's the dish soap. Lovely. I love being associated with grease.
They even had dolls named Dawn when I was a kid. They were little things with really long hair and perfect little bodies that I wished I had. Great. Personalized Barbies. That idiotic representation of womanhood nobody can ever live up to. (Those stupid 'Barbie twin' chicks are about as full of silicone and molded by plastic surgery as one can get. They don't count. Besides, I hate 'em. I saw some stupid show about how 'horrible' their lives are. Oh, boo-hoo. Shut the fuck up and go get some more surgery, you not-remotely-real bimbos...)
And...
The only word in the English language that does contain my name means 'to frighten or dishearten' which is daunt. Dauntless isn't much better, either.
Then, there's my middle name, which mommie-dearest also spelled wrong. Lea. It's pronounced just like L-e-e. Wanna take a guess how many arguements I've had about that? People are forever trying to tell me it's pronounced Lee-a. I think I'd know if it was, okay?
My (stupid) mother's sister tries to make me feel better about the whole thing by reminding me of her theory that my name means 'Morning Meadow'. Sigh. The only thing that I see in my mind with that explanation is a field full of dewy piles of horse shit with the sun rising in the background.
I just hate my name.
Which is why I prefer going by 'Stevie'. There's Stevie Nicks, Stevie Ray Vaughan...much better associations for me, personally. Besides, it's spelled right.
I realize it could be worse. I could've been named one of those horrible names that sound like someone threw a handful of silverware down the steps and named their kid after the ensuing noise it makes. Or like they named the kid after noises their mothers made giving birth.
I'll just stick with Stevie, thanks. Matter of fact, I'm gonna go put one of my many SRV CD's in now. God, I love that guy....

Posted by: Stevie at 03:09 PM

Comments

1 Go through life with a name like "Robert Smith." THEN bitch about your name.

Posted by: Acidman at October 02, 2003 04:08 PM (NWepH)

2 Like I said in my emailed reply-your name says, to me, 'established aristocracy'.

Posted by: Stevie at October 02, 2003 04:16 PM (7ybWz)

3 I knew guys growing up named Bob Jones and Bill Smith. Talk about anonymous.

Posted by: Ted at October 03, 2003 07:37 AM (bov8n)

4 Yes, but anonimity can be a goood thing.

Posted by: Stevie at October 03, 2003 10:26 AM (7ybWz)

5 Don't let Acidman break out the crying towel. Try going through life as a guy named Kimberleigh! Damn! Fell better now??????

Posted by: Velociman at October 03, 2003 07:24 PM (iT+bD)






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