Jeff Childers in a post mentions the following:
I ran into this woman earlier in the week. She reminded me of a young Felicia Rashaad. She had the name of her son tattooed classily across her neck. Her son’s name? Carrion. That’s right, Carrion, which, you all know, means the decaying flesh of the dead.
Well I thing it could be worse if the boy’s last name was Baggage.
I don’t have four daughters (that I know of) but if I did, they’d be China, India, Michigan, and Fred.
Brodi (Broh-dye), Brodski, T-Bird, and Ditka.
Further sons would be Ditka II, Ditka III, etc.
I came across a girl called Special Looney. Sadly, she really is “special,” as in special education.
There was also Champagne, Flash, Ju’sya (pronounced “Josiah”) and two victims of the first-and-last-name-that-don’t-match: George Washington Mendez and Giacomo Smith.
Carrion, hey? In my neighbourhood we have kids named Raven, Trinity, Princess, Savior (yes, you read that correctly) and who knows maybe even a LaTrina.
“If I ever have a son, I’m gonna name him Bill or George or anything but Sue!”
…..and then there was little girl named while a young mother was in a demerol induced haze and heard medical staff discussing the delivery of the after birth. She was overheard to say, “placenta, why thats a pretty name…..Placenta Jones.” I agree with Jeff Childers in his blog where he says that doctors have a moral responsibility to young, stupid mothers not to let their children leave the hospital with names like this.
In our neighboring city, we have names like LaDarnell, LaTyrell, LaRobin, LaMichelle, even LaRhonda, and probably a LaTrina.
I’ve seen the name “Barren” on a court document (regarding a child).
I think the mother most likely meant “Baron” but misspelled it…I’m hoping anyway.
I suppose the woman who named her child Carrion was illiterate to some degree, just like Barren’s mother.
These mothers are obviously surrounded by people who don’t have a clue, either. You would think that someone might have made some polite suggestions to the mother before it was too late.
There is a Baron in our parish school, on the second-class honor roll.
I think Carrion is probably the product of hearing the word – after all, it sounds better than it means – and not knowing what it signifies. It’s like the people who name their children Dominatrix or Labia or Demerol. By the way, I observe that not a single Kaley (or Kailey or Kaely or Kaelie) got on either the first- or second-class honor roll.
P.S. I also remember that in out old neighborhood there was a Kansas, apparently named by his fifteen-year-old mother in honor of the rock group. He was a right little beast and bully, and made a particular sport of victimizing the young children of five or six. I devoted myself to ending his reign of terror, chiefly by addressing him as “Minnesota, Louisiana, Kentucky, whatever the heck your name is . . .”
Then there was Le’mon Gello.
There was also a man named “Verman.”
My friend was served in a store by a woman named Toshiba.
Lemonjelo is the twin brother of Oranjelo. Apparently the mother really liked those two flavors of Jello.
My fav has to be the child my mother had a few years back named Mister. His full name was Mister Jones. (The mother wanted her son to be shown respect) Of course the principal of the middle school was Mr. Jones, so it caused major confusion on a regular basis.
“My fav has to be the child my mother had a few years back…”
That was funny, Kat. I had to reread that. Because, at first glance, it sounds like you mean your brother!
But it reminds me of the story of a mother naming her son “Senator.”
Friend of mine, a volunteer fireman, told me about the occasion the EMS crew took a woman in labor to the hospital and the child (a girl) was born on the way. To hear my friend tell, the mother was grateful to see the birth certificate based on information provided by the firemen–including the name she gave her baby girl: “Female”–that’s three syllables, accent on the second.
The man I once met had the given name “Colonel.” He said he put this to good use as a green second lieutenant in the Korean war era Army, when he would make his supply requisitions and other requests as “Lieutenant Colonel Smith”
A doctor pal of mine once entered the baby ward and ended up fussing at the nurses for the joke he thought they were playing. A baby’s name bracelet read sh*thead. “Oh no,” the nurses promised. “…thats pronounced ‘Shy-theed'”
A Chinese woman I used to work with was surfing the web looking for suitable “American sounding” names for her baby-girl-on-the-way. I discouraged her from going with her favorites: Lashonda, Sharika or Lucious. Something just seemed extra wrong for a Chinese-American girl to sport any of these names.
Real name I’ve come across in my career: TarTeneesha, LaQuetha, LaMekia, Teyonce, C’Neshia, Yurima, Yuridia, Reesheemah, LaToinya Shenee, Evonniea, Chantye, Tinisha DeWann
There is a Korean priest in my diocese whose name–honest to God– is Suk Mo Hwang.
Say it out loud.
I had a girl named Liberty Bell in my second grade class. My mother went to school with someone named Holly Wood.
I just think some parents like to be mean. I have a pregnant friend who is seriously considering naming her child Lilith Faerie (girl) or Ransom Peregrin (boy).