Category: Nick Turner
I’m that rare flower in the world of baby-name blogging: a man.
And while I’m content to be in a female-dominated field, it’s puzzling that more dads don’t take an interest in naming their kids.
It seems like it’s usually the mom who draws up lists and researches each possibility exhaustively. The father just retains veto power.
Of course, this is a gross generalization (I’m about to make several of those), but men need to take a more active role. And I don’t mean insisting that their son be called “Jr.”
So in the interest of breaking down sexism by making a series of very sexist assumptions, here are five things that might get dads more excited about baby names.
A century ago, you would have gotten some strange looks if you named your daughter Brooklyn — and not just because the borough wasn’t yet a hipster enclave.
Today, babies with place names are everywhere. While Brooklyn is arguably the No. 1 geographic name, you’ll find plenty of kids named Austin, Savannah, Hudson and London roaming America‘s playgrounds. (And a few named America too.)
The names are popular picks for parents in the 21st century, which is why you’re much more likely to encounter a toddler Owen than one who’s middle-aged.
Back before the World Series in October, I did a post on the elements of a classic baseball name. The upshot: The sport favors colorful nicknames (Scooter, Bullet, Coco Crisp), and players frequently go by their initials (there were eight AJs on active Major League rosters last year). Casey also was disproportionately popular.
With the Super Bowl coming in a few days, it seems fitting that I now turn my attention to football.
What makes for a quintessential NFL name?
To start, that playfulness you see in baseball doesn’t exist as much in football. It’s a tough sport and perhaps that requires a serious moniker. Players rarely go by cute nicknames. And though initials aren’t unusual, they’re not nearly as prevalent as in baseball.
That said, the names still have swagger — just with more of a straight face.
It’s the holiday season, which means eggnog, carols, twinkling lights and — for millions of American parents — remembering to move that damn elf around the house every night.
Yes, I’m talking about Elf on the Shelf, the Christmas tradition that feels like it’s been going on forever but is less than ten years old. If you’re unacquainted, the idea is to plant an elf doll in your home that serves as a sentry for Santa. It watches your children and reports on their evil deeds. (Somehow this delights kids rather than terrifying them.)