We need more Rebeccas to become stars. If it’s too late for us, we need a new generation of possibly powerful Rebeccas
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s someone from a big family who has a lot of procreation-aged friends, not a week goes by without the announcement of a new baby joining us. I love it, of course, and I’ll always give the baby its first “Like”.
My favourite part, however, besides the miracle of newborn life etc, is finding out what those people have called the child. I want to know all the names. I’ll click on the baby announcements of people I know, people I don’t know, and I’ll definitely click on a birth announcement from a celebrity, even if I’ve never heard their name before. It might surprise you to learn that I am not in the habit of judging these names, though. This is for two reasons – one, I’m a bogan from regional Queensland, I’ve heard names you can’t even imagine. And two, I have sympathy for the job!
I would personally find it really difficult to bestow a name on a tiny creature that you’ve just met. Do you want the name to be unique or normal? Classic? Classic like how – popular or old lady name from the 50s? What if it’s the name of a sociopath? What if it’s the name of a real estate agent? What does the name mean to you and your entire family, but also your ancestors? What does the name mean according to websites with lists like 500-top-cool-baby-names-for-boys-who-love-their-mamas? What if you named your child something equivalent to Skibidi Toilet without knowing? What is Skibidi Toilet? What if the name helps them get bullied? What if, even worse, the name has zero impact? And on and on.
