I already answered this one. But since Plinky doesn’t appear to remember what I said about it, allow me to repeat myself. Like that’s never happened before.
My middle name is Mae, and no, I don’t like it much. I wasn’t named after a ‘what’, unless you count my birth month, and my mother could have been on a roll with that since I have siblings born in April and June, but I don’t think naming her children after months of the year ever crossed her mind. Or if it did, she only did it once, purposely misspelled it and promptly got over the urge to try that again. Otherwise I might have a younger sister called November.
I’d like to point out that all new mothers are in varying states of delerium, and unless they’ve totally made up their minds on a sane name before the birth of their child, pretty much anything can happen. That’s why there are Zabaletas and Quaashies running around out there with mothers who don’t have a clue why those names sounded like good ideas to them within twenty four hours of giving birth.
Of course in the long run it doesn’t matter – a name is just a name. We have to refer to ourselves as something and since our parents gave us the gift of a name it’s best to just take it and say thank you, make the best of it and get over ourselves.
So, thanks mom. I think M is an awesome middle initial to have. And I COULD have been named after Mae West. Gawd knows I’ve ended up looking pretty much exactly like her……