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Banana Zachary and other name nightmares

I had a nightmare when I was pregnant that I gave birth to a boy and named him Banana Zachary...and people kept mispronouncing it as Banana Daiquiri. Which, of course, would have been a perfectly acceptable name if I were a celebrity...

I don't usually love Babble.com, but every now and then they do a funny little list like this Worst Celebrity Baby Names diddy. Check it out, if you'd like to giggle at an innocent child's unfortunate parentage. Far be it for me of the unusual name to criticize anyone's choice of baby name. But really -- Audio Science? Pilot Inspektor? Reighnbeau? Come on!

Some of these kids will luck out and not really have to be taken seriously in their lifetimes because their parents are that high in the celebrosphere. However, poor Puck's child will certainly face repercussions as he gets older. It'll be interesting to find out if, down the line, while all the Toms, Joes, and Mikes in the world are begging to be called names like Moxie, Peyote, and Seven, will these celebrity children be begging for people to call them nicknames like Tom, Joe, or Mike?
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  1. paddy+henrysmomSeptember 23, 2008 at 4:16 PM

    Oh. My. When we settled on "Padraic" there were so many other options we hadn't even considered.

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  2. KayleeSeptember 24, 2008 at 9:36 PM

    Early in my pregnancy I dreamed that I'd already had the baby and we were trying to decide on a name (since it'd come so early, we hadn't chosen one I guess). But the baby could speak for some reason and was lobbying hard to be named Clown. I tried to explain to the baby that he/she wouldn't like being called Clown later in life, no matter how cool clowns seemed to him/her now. But would the baby listen? No way. But boy did that baby(s) have a trick in store for me...

    And I love Pilot Inspektor! That name rocks! Course, if I had a son his name would be Wolfgang so you can't go by me. :)

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  3. TallGirlsAdventuresSeptember 25, 2008 at 8:38 AM

    Oh no -- Clown really is a nightmare! That's awesome.

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