Category: Confessions of a Name Heretic
Watch out, Berries–today’s guest blogger, Claire Shefchik, has plenty of bones to pick!
Since the age of six, I’ve loved names. Back then, whenever I renamed myself, I was Crystal (spelled Christal) and later, Jordan. These days, I prefer Presley to Penelope, Jayden to Jasper. In the novel I’m writing, two of the main characters are Dempsey and Vaughan—female characters. Eek! That’s right, I am a name heretic.
When, a few years ago, I came across the Nameberry-led community of Internet naming enthusiasts, I thought I’d found heaven (sorry, “nevaeh”). But I found myself, more often than not, at odds with my fellow “name nerds.” Many claim to be open-minded and liberal, but are much more rigid in their approach to naming than you’d think, especially when it comes to names popular with, as one poster put it, “the Wal–Mart set.” Another poster declared her goal was to encourage “classically-named babies,” which let’s face it, is just a euphemism for “babies with names of which I, as the self-appointed arbiter of taste, approve.”