Place names are a major guilty pleasure of mine, but today in the library I heard a woman calling her daughter…Italian. Yes, the poor child was named Italian.
I would blame the Kardashians, but she was five or six. Perhaps her mother is just ahead of the bad name curve?
Being the name nerd I am, I started making sibsets in the Fiction section. Italian, Irish, and Indonesian? Italian, [name]Caesar[/name], and Buttermilk Ranch?
At least Italian can always go by [name]Tali[/name] once she gets old enough to hate her name…
Italian is a language or nationality- not a place. There are so many beautiful names that I have no idea why someone who choose a language or nationality. As for place names, they can be lovely but I think they are best of there is personal meaning behind the name not just " something we Like."
For example, if someone wants to name their child [name]Paris[/name] just because we like it, then I think there are so many beautiful P names out there, why go with that? If they want to name their child [name]Paris[/name] because “that is where we met and fell in love” then I see it very differently.
So strange. At least she could have gone with Italiana. It sort of resembles a name…
I feel like this poor girl is set up for a life of confused conversations: “I’m Italian.” “Cool, I’m American.” “No, my name is Italian.” “So what’s your name?” “Italian!”
Works for [name]America[/name] Ferrera, I suppose. Or at least it hasnt seemed to slow her down. I do like [name]India[/name], though am less fond of [name]Asia[/name] as a name.