I know an intelligent, funny, and very respectable 30-year-old [name]Jason[/name], but I prefer [name]James[/name].
In the early 80s, it got to where – everytime I was introduced to a boy aged three or under – I braced myself for hearing that his name was [name]Jason[/name]. One time, I stopped myself from saying, [name]Don[/name]'t tell me; his name is [name]Jason[/name], right?