When I think of stereotypical Californians, a few first names come to mind: Brad, Brett, Chad, Barbie, Tori-- that sort of burn-out surfer dude with the question-mark-at-the-end-of-every-sentence girlfriend. And for the record, those people do exist, and there is a high concentration of them in California. But the names that we fictitiously give these people are dated. Those names have grown up, and had children, and they named their children even dumber names. But what adds to the ridiculousness is that these people are not stupid; this town is among the highest educated in the country, and they're not doing themselves any favors being named Poppy Bella. Do you have any idea how hard it is to take a bleach blonde 30-something named Grey Destiny seriously? While she's sitting there twirling her hair, I have no idea what she's talking about because all I can hear is my own inner voice reminding me "shes a doctor. shes a doctor. shes, like, a doctor".
Ok, In conclusion, California, I'm not saying your sons can't be named Angel, I'm just saying your contributing to a bullying epidemic that already plagues this country.
Do they all stripper names out there?
ReplyDeleteNo. Worse. All their parents told them they're special, and they believed it.
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