Embarrassing Name Loves of the Past
I was recently rereading an old favorite of mine, The Face on the Milk Carton, and early on there's a bit where the main character is talking about being obsessed with names (a central theme of the book is names vs identity). When remembering how she was 12, she wanted twin girls named Denim and Lace, and cringing at how silly that sounded to her now. That got me thinking about the names I thought were beautiful, but now... not so much, at all.
I remember naming a doll Menagerie (spelled in some terrible way), and thinking it was so lovely. I don't think I even knew what a menagerie was.
Same with Mañana, also spelled atrociously, also didn't know it was Spanish for "tomorrow".
The names above were from when I was about 7, so they aren't as bad as five years later, when I became obsessed with a name I'd invented, Chasenne. Typing it out makes my skin crawl a bit now. I fancied it a feminized version of Jason.
So what are some embarrassing relics of your name-obsessed pasts?
Mon, 06/25/2012 - 5:47pm