After my back-to-back meetups with Megan and Meghan, I realized that half the bloggers I know are named Megan. At least it seems that way. I have yet to meet a blogger named Gertrude, Edith, Myrtle or Gladys.
Okay, those are names from my parents' generation. As jarring as they sound now, they were popular back then.
One of my favorite names from that generation was Toots. I had a great-grandmother in Brooklyn named Toots and every time my straight-laced mother said we were going to visit Grandma Toots, my brother and I snickered. The name seems so comical.
When I was young, the most popular girl's names were Susan, Karen, Lisa and Mary. Today, the most common names given to girls are Isabella, Emma, Olivia and Sophia. Interestingly, you can see the most popular names of each era on the government's Social Security website.
Do you like your name? Is it a common one? Do you feel it captures who you are?
I have a friend named Sage who is incredibly smart, which shouldn't be a surprise since her name literally means wisdom. She rarely meets another Sage which must be nice. I feel sorry for the Megans who, in school, had many classmates with whom they were often confused.
I have stories about my names, both male and female. When my father was born in Germany, his name was originally Rolf. He immigrated here in 1950 and changed his name to Ralph. I was named after him, so I am Ralph Jr. My family decided, instead of using Sr. and Jr., to call my father "Big Ralph" and me "Little Ralph." Nothing is more embarrassing to a teenage boy than to have your mother call you Little Ralph. I hated that!
When I started blogging three years ago, people asked if there was a female name I liked. I chose Ally, short for Allison, 'cause it fits me. It just does. It's been an easy name for new friends to use but some of my older, real-life friends have a problem with it. They want to start calling me Ally but their minds have an ingrained habit of calling me Ralph so they start out saying, "Ra...." before consciously switching to Ally, which ends up sounding like "R...ally." I laugh at that and now they jokingly call me Rally.