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In the latest round of the Great Baby Name Debate of 2010, I pointed out that the Puritans sometimes went with hyphenated phrase-names, like Fight-the-Good-Fight-of-Faith, or Fly-Fornication. (I wasn’t advocating for such a name, just mentioning their existence.)
DANE: Fly…? like housefly, or fruit fly?
ME: No, no, not flies. The verb. To fly. To run from. Like that.
DANE: Wha–?
ME: Like… [with hand gestures] … fly! Fly! Fly away.
DANE: Fly-Fornication? That’s like… that’s like naming the dog Flee-Devil.
ME: What do you think they called him for short? Flyf?
DANE: Fly-fo?
ME: Yeah, not good.
So at least we got that settled.
Flyf? Really? Flyf?!?! It’s genius. Er….
Well, *I* wouldn’t name somebody that, but somebody did sometime…
So glad you did.
Yes, we’re really awesome at identifying all the names that are HORRIBLE. It’s narrowing down the list of good ones that’s a problem for us!
F squared?
Ben. I bet they called him Ben. Or Jeremiah. Like how my uncle was Shelton Oliver Hezekiah but they called him Bill.
Yes! That makes much more sense. And also much less sense. (Bill? Really? There’s not even a B in that whole name!)