Posted on 08/26/2016 6:45:36 AM PDT by PROCON
A recent New York Times article noted that celebrity parents are favoring "post-gender" or "gender agnostic" names for their newborns. The piece cites examples like Megan Fox and Brian Austin Green, who named their son "Journey," and Dax Shepard and Kristen Bell, who named their second daughter "Delta" (their first daughter? "Lincoln").
"Gender-blurring baby names are on the rise among American parents," the article notes.
“The old ‘Boy Named Sue’ idea of a boy being shamed by having a girl’s name is passing away,” Pamela Redmond Satran, a founder of the baby-naming website Nameberry, told the Times. Last December, Nameberry called "post-gender" names (that is, a name given to both boys and girls in roughly equal measure) the biggest trend for 2016. “Today, boys named Tatum feel as cool as girls named Rory, and vice versa.”
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These people need to be locked up; along with the mediaites who gush over this bullshit.
For their own safety, of course.
Insanity.
Hey ... “Insanity” could be a good name for either gender!
These are the ‘look at ME, look at ME’ people. You don’t ‘lock them up’ you ignore them.
Child abuse gone mainstream
God have mercy on us
This is NOT my America
Insanity has gone mainstream.
Yep, that’s the general idea you effing circus freaks!! (liberals- Not you, PROCON).
CC
Our young have become mindless sheep adhering to whatever the liberal left tell them is cool...or “kewl”....(do the young use that word anymore?)
We have friends who have a new granddaughter named Charlie. Simply, Charlie. My question is why?
I know the Progressives are pushing this, but I knew men named Shirley and Frances.
I grew up with a guy named Richard Long. Boy could he fight.
His penis might give him the same impression... what should we do about that?
Yes indeedee
Just give every kid a serial number, like that Finn character in “Star Wars” had before he became Finn. I assume a number is gender-neutral but I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that an academic somewhere might find bias in numbers too.
There’s a guy I used to know named Wanda. The story was his momma wanted a daughter so bad she wouldn’t change the name. As he grew up he became an alcoholic who couldnt keep a job and word on the street was that he was a homosexual. His Amish mom should have been shot.
“A Boy Named Sue”
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn’t leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don’t blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me “Sue.”
Well, he must o’ thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a’ lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I’d get red
And some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a boy named “Sue.”
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I’d roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I’d search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me “Sue.”
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother’d had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: “My name is ‘Sue!’ How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!”
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a’ gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I’ve fought tougher men
But I really can’t remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin’ at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: “Son, this world is rough
And if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn’t be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you’d have to get tough or die
And it’s the name that helped to make you strong.”
He said: “Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn’t blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I’m the son-of-a-bitch that named you “Sue.’”
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I’m gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
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