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Okay...I hate to blog again about a Dear Abby. But this just got me thinking on so many different subjects.
Somene sent Abby a letter about her husband and her expecting their first child. The names they picked are: Ethan for a boy, Ardith for a girl.
Her father is furious and says "I'm praying you have a boy because I couldn't imagine saddling a child with a name like Ardith."
My first thought is...how insane is this guy that he has no problem with Ethan?
I mean, I have no problem with Ethan Coehn, who does those amazing movies.
In high school, I had a boss at my job named Ethan Allen. We used to make fun of that all the time. But, I actually like the name Ardith.
The woman goes on to explain that her father named her brother "Seymour Herbert." Now, at this point, you just have to tell your dad he's insane. She found his remarks "extremely hurtful."
Oh, who cares. Parents are always telling you stuff. The amount of times my mom will call me and say "I read your last Crasher. It wasn't that funny." I don't mind.
I think friends and family should be able to tell you when you pick a stupid baby name. Now, I'd never tell a friend their child is freaky looking. But, I remember when a friend told me she was naming her son "Emilio." My face did that same expression the guy had in the "scream" painting. Hands on my cheeks, mouth wide open. She said, "I know it's not that common a name, but I like it." I then said, "Uh...do you have a relative with that name or something?"
I can't remember what she said. I believe she had an uncle she was close to with the name. Whatever. She didn't mind that I hated it. And, I wasn't going to pretend to like it. Friends shouldn't have to do that.
And, if you are someone that is so sensitive, don't ask people what they think of the baby name you picked. Or if the dress you're wearing is making your butt look big. If you're asking that, you probably have a fat ass. So don't be offended when you ask someone a question you don't like the answer to.
Someone recently read my blog about my PT Cruiser and she said how those cars are ugly, and she made the mistake of telling her friend that was so excited by his new car. She said, "I hope it's not one of those ugly PT Cruisers." It was.
He was pissed.
As she told me the story, she then wondered if I was mad. I laughed.
When did we become a country that is so damn sensitive?
I think someone should update a version of "A Boy Named Sue." It can end with Sue finding his dad in a dive bar, and then serving him with papers. A lawsuit for all the years he was made fun of for having that name.
The fathers defense in court could be that he didn't want to offend his Aunt Sue, who hoped their first child would be named after her.
Okay...I hate to blog again about a Dear Abby. But this just got me thinking on so many different subjects.
Somene sent Abby a letter about her husband and her expecting their first child. The names they picked are: Ethan for a boy, Ardith for a girl.
Her father is furious and says "I'm praying you have a boy because I couldn't imagine saddling a child with a name like Ardith."
My first thought is...how insane is this guy that he has no problem with Ethan?
I mean, I have no problem with Ethan Coehn, who does those amazing movies.
In high school, I had a boss at my job named Ethan Allen. We used to make fun of that all the time. But, I actually like the name Ardith.
The woman goes on to explain that her father named her brother "Seymour Herbert." Now, at this point, you just have to tell your dad he's insane. She found his remarks "extremely hurtful."
Oh, who cares. Parents are always telling you stuff. The amount of times my mom will call me and say "I read your last Crasher. It wasn't that funny." I don't mind.
I think friends and family should be able to tell you when you pick a stupid baby name. Now, I'd never tell a friend their child is freaky looking. But, I remember when a friend told me she was naming her son "Emilio." My face did that same expression the guy had in the "scream" painting. Hands on my cheeks, mouth wide open. She said, "I know it's not that common a name, but I like it." I then said, "Uh...do you have a relative with that name or something?"
I can't remember what she said. I believe she had an uncle she was close to with the name. Whatever. She didn't mind that I hated it. And, I wasn't going to pretend to like it. Friends shouldn't have to do that.
And, if you are someone that is so sensitive, don't ask people what they think of the baby name you picked. Or if the dress you're wearing is making your butt look big. If you're asking that, you probably have a fat ass. So don't be offended when you ask someone a question you don't like the answer to.
Someone recently read my blog about my PT Cruiser and she said how those cars are ugly, and she made the mistake of telling her friend that was so excited by his new car. She said, "I hope it's not one of those ugly PT Cruisers." It was.
He was pissed.
As she told me the story, she then wondered if I was mad. I laughed.
When did we become a country that is so damn sensitive?
I think someone should update a version of "A Boy Named Sue." It can end with Sue finding his dad in a dive bar, and then serving him with papers. A lawsuit for all the years he was made fun of for having that name.
The fathers defense in court could be that he didn't want to offend his Aunt Sue, who hoped their first child would be named after her.