A rose by any other name would smell as sweet … – Romeo & Juliet, William Shakespeare
According to Shakespeare, what matters is what something IS, not what it’s called. I understand the sentiment behind this famous quote, but I’m not sure I agree. After all, does Norma Jean Baker sound anywhere near as sexy as Marilyn Monroe? Or would you buy a product called “The Baby Shaker”? (no, it didn’t shake the baby, it was a device for pregnant women to put on their belly to apparently stimulate the fetus.. it bobbled around and played music and stuff.. but I digress.)
name –noun 1. a word or a combination of words by which a person, place, or thing, a body or class, or any object of thought is designated, called, or known.
My birth name is Elizabeth Ann Kubilius. Elizabeth means “house of God”.. Ann means “gracious” and Kubilius is Lithuanian, the english translation being “Cooper” effectually.. a barrel maker. Warren is my ex-husband’s last name. I kept it because most people in my line of work never knew me by my maiden name. I’ve been Beth Warren for a long time. Plus I worked hard on perfecting the signature…
I’ve always been called Beth as my mother did not want kids calling me “Lizzie” because to her it sounded like an old car. I’ve also had various nicknames.. Bethy-poo.. Kubby, the Wolf, Prez, Funniest Girl in the World, Evil Genius… plus have been called the requisite terms of endearment.. honey, sweetie, pooky, gorgeous, love, snooks… etc.. I have many friends who call me Bethany for some reason. Which I quite like. If someone calls my house and asks for Elizabeth, I have a tendency to say I’m not home as it’s usually someone trying to sell me something.. they obviously don’t KNOW me… not even my mother calls me Elizabeth. My father claims that he wanted to call me Victoria Regina. Yikes. I have to wonder what I would have turned out like if I had been “Vicki” all these years.
“The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their right names” – Chinese Proverb
I have several relatives who changed their names.. my aunt Milda changed her name to Laura; aunt Donna changed hers to Halisjah. My mother’s birth name is Dora (don’t tell her I told you..) but she’s always gone by Sheila.. can’t imagine any of them with anything other than the names they call themselves.
“Words have meaning and names have power”- Thomas Jefferson
Names have great meaning.. when most go to name something, whether it be a baby or a puppy or a company, they think long and hard about what sounds pleasant and what that name will convey. And think about when you were younger and someone got tagged with an unfortunate nickname, and how that person was perceived from that point forward. Or even when in the heat of anger someone calls another “stupid” or “jerk” or worse.. names can certainly be far more painful than a punch in the face. By calling someone a name, you’re labelling them. Whether you mean to or not. Call yourself whatever you like.. but think about what names you use for other people. And maybe call them “friend” a little more often.
“We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.” – UnknownLife: Lots of stuff happening.. I’ll let you know soon. The newest? New blog.. EVIL GENIUS.. check it out. Hence the name rant.. more on names on the new blog…. Love: I love when people call me nice things. Pants: Still in pyjama pants. Yeah, I rock.