What’s in a name …

… That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

While the Bard of Avon would probably be surprised to learn his phrase is being used to justify afro-centric names like La’Homa and Inakqa Sativa… I have to admit that it is only recently that I have started to endear myself to my very own moniker. I’ve hated my name for as long as I can remember; Katrina. Of course that damn hurricane didn’t help matters either.

I guess that is why I take names, or rather stupid names, so personally. I get very angry at women who give their children horrible names like Chastity Champagne or Fancie Porshe. Seriously, did you put the stripper pole on your registry or at least wait until they are crawling?

I don’t suppose today’s rant has any specific purpose; other than to point out that tonight I found another reason to like my name a little more …

Kat: 1) the leaves of the shrub Catha edulis which are chewed like tobacco or used to make tea; has the effect of a euphoric stimulant. 2) a heavy metal thrash band formed in 1979 in Katowice, Poland.