What's in a name? Well, pretty much everything. It's one of the first things people find out about you and it's a symbol of your identity.
And I have just discovered that I have been calling one of my blogger buddies by the wrong name for the longest time. What an unpardonable mistake! For years now, yes, literally years, I have been calling Oreneta, of Oreneta Aground, Orneta. Why? I have no idea. "Come on", you might think, "how could you possibly miss that? After all, it's right there, in huge letters at the top of her blog!"
Yeah, yeah, I know, stupid of me. And that's why today I wanted to apologize to Oreneta. So, sorry about that Oreneta, I swear it'll never happen again. I don't even know if that is your real name or just a blog name, but real or not, it's still your name. And I should have gotten it right.
Because names are important. Real names, blog names, company names. They're all important. Much thought goes into them. And people want you to remember them.
How people treat you partly depends on your name. I read once, long ago, in one of my psych classes, that having an "unpopular" name can mean getting lower grades at school and not being selected for jobs as often as those who have more "attractive" names. So a Haggetha might not do as well in school as a Britney...although that might also be due to other, ehem, behavioral factors as well. See, I'm jumping to conclusions already. For all I know, not all Britney's are sluts and I'm pretty sure not all Haggethas spend their time mixing up eye of newt and toe of frog in cauldrons, but those are the first things that pop into my head when I hear those names.
So, names do affect how people see you.
Same goes for being good-looking versus being, well, ugly. So, if you're handsome, well-built, and your name is, oh, I dunno, say Jake, you'll have a much better chance of being captain of the football team than some scrawny guy named Howard, who has buck teeth and whose ears stick out. Sorry Howard, I guess you could always become a stand-up comedian. But change your name first.
How unfair is that.
Unfair but true. So, you don't want to have an "ugly" or "weird" name, but you also don't really want to be just another Tom, Dick or Harry. You want a name that sets you apart....but not too much. Unfortunately, you usually don't get much say in the matter, since it would be difficult going around without a name until you're old enough to have an opinion.
My kids are old enough to have an opinion on the matter. And they have decided that they should get to choose their names now. Catgirl has added Sophie onto her real-life name because her sisters both have middle names, so she wants one too. In fact, she's considering legally changing it when she gets the chance. And Ro, who found out that the neighbor girl named her pet turtle after her, decided that she refuses to share a name with a reptile. So, I asked what we should call her now. Since her new mobile phone number has 007 in it, I joked that now she's a secret agent like James Bond, and she said, "Well, how about Secret Agent Mimi?" So, from now on Ro will be SAM. And Princess V., not wanting to be left out, said she also wants a new name, at least on my blog. After much discussion with SAM, and a few inappropriate suggestions, such as Pulguita (little flea), she picked Ultraviolet. My husband once said she was a "Microvio", which in Spanish sounds like "microbio", meaning microbe. She thought that one was amusing, but understandably doesn't want it as her name, because who wants to be compared to a microscopic blob-like creature.
So, now we have a Catgirl-Sophie, but you can still just call her Catgirl, a SAM, and an Ultraviolet. And now we need a new blog name for my husband, because he should be in on the fun too. I think I'll call him The Professor. Kind of appropriate, isn't it? After all, this is The Rain in Spain, which happens to be what Eliza Doolittle sings in My Fair Lady....and every Eliza needs a Professor, right? Okay, so I'm not Eliza, but then, my professor isn't a grumpy old curmudgeon like the one in the film. He's a fun professor, who likes to tell jokes and play Paper Mario on the Wii.
And now I'm off to smell the roses, which, if you believe what people say, would smell just as sweet even if they were called stink-blossoms.
I don't know, what do you think? And speaking of thinking, maybe that Mexican couple who named their daughter Krisis Mundial (world crisis, but with a "k" instead of a "c") should have done a little more thinking as well.