As everyone knows, we still haven't picked a name for She-Blob and, as D-Day draws nearer, it becomes more and more of a possibility that She-Blob will remain such. While a few friends have actually encouraged us in our craziness, most have expressed concern, if not full-blown alarm out our naming plan. In fact, yesterday I received this article from a friend.
Now in my defense, I would never name a child Tula Who Does the Hula From Hawaii. That's just crazy cruel and absurd. And it also leads me to think that there should be much more stringent laws on who should be allowed to procreate, and the amount of paperwork that should be filed before one is allowed to make the attempt (electronically, of course. I'm not trying to kill trees here.). On the other hand, Bree points out that outlawing Tula today can be tomorrow's ban on "George" or "Bob" or any of those weird, foreign sounding names. It does, indeed open up a very wiggly can of worms when judges are allowed to rule on things like naming one's children.
At the same time, it is encouraging. Sitting in a classroom with "Sex Fruit" and twins "Benson & Hedges", how badly will She-Blob really be teased?
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