What's in Naming a Name?

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So, you want to name your child. In order to effectively come to a decision, you must consider the following:

  • Is it spelled in a cute, alternative way (i.e., a hideous misspelling of the traditional name--of anything)?
  • Is it at least quasi-exotic? 
  • Have you considered every word in the arsenal of English to be a gender-neutral moniker?
  • How many "y"'s are involved?
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Following this list, you should come out on top of the other parents in the quality of your child's name. If you name your daughter Jennifer, for example, you'll be quickly run out of your immediate community for lack of creativity, as well as be branded an archaic traditionalist. Don't toss the name, though! You should use an alternative spelling of the name. First, the "j" needs to be substituted with another, similar sounding consonant (g); next, you need to defy the already shaky logic of English pronunciation and discard the second "n" but keep the short "e" sound; lastly, throw out convention and replace every vowel that would appear naturally with another vowel or vowels. Following these instructions your once boring girl's name will now be spelled: Gianephyre.

Instead of going with something as bland as "Cinnamon", use an alternate spelling of "Cardamom" (ex: "Cinnamon"). This sounds more like it's from another country, or reality.

Flip through the dictionary, if you made the mistake of buying one, gauging by thickness and thinking it was the Bible. For example, I just flipped through one and, after realizing it was a thesaurus, came to the word "undercurrent." This is perfect! Following the first two instructions, I'll change the spelling and make it sound foreign to come up with: Ohngerkürrænt.

And, last, if you have a name that caters to the phonetic short 'i' or 'ee' sounds, make sure you can count the amount of y's on one hand. Meaning, make sure you use all five fingers. For example: Lylyyy'y.

See how much better they are? You can use those same rules for every name you consider, and you'll have the best children in the history of humanity. You're welcome.

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