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Interestingly, a researcher says she's figured out what makes some names sexier than others.
Her methodology looks pretty sound to me. Although someone should try duplicating her results of course.
I remember that growing up I hated the name "Dean" but as I've gotten older I've learned to appreciate having a distinctive name.
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The back of the vowel names like "George" and "Paul"? Not as sexy.
Uh, actually the "au" vowel can be made in the front of your mouth. If you try. Or if you use your imagination.
Really. Truly. Honestly.
That is an interesting theory about the vowels. The sound, the look, and also associations, make a name sexy to me. Certain names are sexy to me because of girls or women I've known who bore those names. But the sound of the name, too. A long time ago, I gravitated to names like Sylvia, Tabitha, or Letitia, but gradually began to shift toward names like Janet, Margaret, Susan, Suzanne, Anne, Adele, or Camille. Names that end with consonants. I've come to love Ingrid and Mildred as names of Negro women. At first, I didn't like Dawn but liked Dawna, but gradually began to love Dawn. I also love names like Norma, Wanda, Brenda, Sandra, Sondra, Barbara, or Cindy. I love certain names beginning with "D", my favorite letter, e.g., Dawn, Dorothy, Dori, Diane, Diana, Dani, Delight, Delilah.
Most fascinating about it all....
It's also a long one, hence the initial on comments.
I'll bet you hate "Bernie" though. :-)
Heh.
Back to the story. Anyway your poor lil' MaMa was so pregnant and it was getting harder and harder to carry you in her womb. I feel bad just thinking about her being 8 months pregnant, belly as big as Texas and her feet swollen two sizes larger than her regular size I am sure. And then you add the old Texas dry heat raising upwards into the 100's out there in the desert! Well, she probably was dilerious by then and she read an ad in the corner of the local newspaper. Spiritual Advisor can help you with your problems and tell you about the future! Oh my your poor little MaMa thought...My baby will be here in a week or so and I can't decide what to call..to name my baby? She sat there fanning her face, rocking you in her womb on her grandmother's rocker. The temperature was rising and her only relief from the heat was a small fan in her front room and her lovely hand held folding fan when opened fully had beautiful mexican ladies ladies dancing to, "La Ko Ka Ratcha, La Ko Ka Ratcha!
She just knew this spiitual advisor downtown El Paso would help her in her quandry. I am sure her friends and family had names picked out and her dear dear Father wanted his grandchild to bear his very unusal name he didn't like when he was a kid so he called himself Eddie. Your MaMa didn't want you to grow up thinking or being teased with the name of Eddie...everyone would think you were named after that singer that left Doris Day!!! Eddie Fisher!!!
From what I hear, your MaMa got on the bus paying just, .25 cents. That was hard for her to pay because of the baby things she needed even after family and friends gave her a baby shower. (Remember too, in the 60's there were no Pampers you could throw away. She would have to use cloth diapers, and wash them on an old rubbing board outside in a big bucket in the scorching heat, wiping her brow.)
Well back to the story, or should I say legend now, since you just had a birthday giving your poor MaMa grey hairs reading your blog and winching at times with the things you say sometimes, thinking back to what she was told that was to come of you...
Your poor young pregnant MaMa went into a room in the back of an old hotel room on the worse side of downtown in great hopes of finding out what the Spirits of the Future could tell your poor little fat pregnant Mama with swollen feet, wearing old sandels twice her regular size! (I feel so bad telling you this tale of woe's that you just completely took for granted!)
She was told to name you....(nope, not the 60's Duo that were so popular then...bet you can't name those two). No, the woman reading her glass ball with long fingers with deep blood red fingernail polish on her nails that were so long they were curling! The old woman had jet black long hair and wore a black lacecomb sitting up quite high in her hair and the lace was long to her shoulder and covering her neck, chin and lips just above her crooked dark brown nose! Your poor Mama was shaking sitting there all alone in a little room, in the back of the old run down hotel, downtown on the bad side of El Paso. The ee_ r_ y..eery woman with jet black hair, long fingernails painted in deep blood red curling back around her fingers at the curled tips. She waved her hands ever so slowly and looked up at your young little Mama with a belly as big as Texas, wearing sandels twice her normal size, pouring with even more sweat from her brow now running down your poor Mama's whole face and dripping more and more as her heart began to pound faster and faster in great A N T I C I P A T I O N... that hot afternoon in the 100 degree scorching heat!
... Heat in a dingy room with Not Even a fan blowing nor even a Breeze either!
The woman looks up at YOUR MAMA...your MAMA IS SO EXCITED.... YOU SON'S NAME...Your Mama sits up real tall in the old weathered straw chair with tears rolling down her cheeks, (your poor mama, sweat running down her face and now tears flooding from her eyes)...I AM GOING TO HAVE A SON!!?!! Yes the woman says. Even tho' nobody knows this famous doctor in the future...the old woman squinches her face and says...this man will run for Office of the UNITED STATES of AMERICA... Yes..wait...it is coming to me...the year he will LOUDLY SCREAM FROM STATE TO STATE...YELLING IN ANGER, and the Newswires. and televsions...Oh says this spiritual reader of the Future...The televisions will be Bigger than you could ever imagine!!! Radio's that have some kind of freq, freq u ...can't pronounce it,..Year Will Be...2004 and You Will Name YOUR SON...D E A N!!!
Your MaMa is so excited and shouts out...WILL HE BECOME THE PRESIDENT!!?!! THAT IS A GREAT NAME, Oh thank you, thank you! Could you please tell me if the great doctor Dean will become President, she asks one more time as she is ready to faint from the 100 degree heat and this news! The great spiritual reader of the future puts her long fingers with the long fingernails across the crystal ball and leans forward to hide it with her upper body and eery black lace covering her neck, chin and a bit of her crooked nose...She looks into your MaMa's big pretty eyes and says to her,...for .25cents more I will tell you!
Your Mama looks into her little coin purse and has just enough change to ride the bus home.
I love my class at Max Lucado's place. "People of Creativity", we have artists, singers, comedians, writer's and some that have been published, actors. It is definetely a class for a woman of my naughty past! I fit in his place, Max is a terrific writer and boy does he bring his message out in humorous antics sometimes.
Thanks for the compliment Rosemary. I do have fun. I am listening to great tapes about our daily thoughts and how they inflence our outlook on life. I also have little post cards tacked up in every room of my home and car...It reads, "You are Beautiful and made perfect in His Eyes". I have to read that and listen to these funny tapes about us women and how we put ourselves down. Oh, I don't wear a bit of make up going to this fine establishment, I have put on a bit of mascara on a few occasions.
Here's Loving Ya Girl!!!
Recently, I had a very small child misunderstand me and start calling me "Polkadots." Very cute, especially since she got it mostly right at first but warped it into something she could understand.
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.