A co-worker of mine has a beautiful little 3 year old named Mary Jane.
I don’t know her all that well to ask her: “WHAT were you thinking?”
But I’m old. My co-worker is young. It may never have even occured to her what that refers to. And so what? Mary Jane is a beautiful name. Why let its connotations with marijuana stop you from naming your child that?
Maybe I’m old or naive, but the first two associations I came up with for “Mary Jane” were a penny candy and Peter Parker’s girlfriend. Marijuana didn’t even make the list.
I had a friend who knew an expectant Chinese woman whom she tried to talk out of naming the child “Jane”.
“But I like that name,” protested the Chinese mother.
“Trust me,” my friend said. “You do not want to have a child named ‘Jane Do’. Just trust me on this...”