What’s in a name?
Thankfully, the madness will now end. A major North American nation has officially banned the naming of children with the moniker “Facebook”. Nothing more to add.
Children rarely realize how close things could have been. Either, or both of the parents can stick on a name tag that will last a lifetime. My own progeny accept my choices, but I’m left to wonder if it might have been different if we had opted for names from the “majority of users” column in the suggested lists. We (as do others) chose names because those who will wear them couldn’t; a sob is had to write, a shriek even more so. And it doesn’t end with the children. How many dogs are named for reasons that will never be clear. Addictions to coffee? A desire to travel? A wish to avoid Gaelic pronouns?
Would a number be kinder? Or more unique (if you can teach your child to remember the first twenty-seven digits of pi, then perhaps a twelve digit first name is within reach). Instead, we opt for historical references, or a bow to the religion of our choice, or onomatopoeia.
Another weekend in the box. I did manage to complete all my outstanding course work, and get a load of laundry through all the steps. A meal of pulled pork has been served and stowed away, and the dishes are out of sight and out of mind. All that remains is the decision to read something interesting, or watch Tout Le Monde En Parle. Haven’t done that in a while.
