It took me years to like my weird name, which - now that I'm 35 - isn't all that weird anymore. But growing up in a sea of Stephanies, Lauras, Lisas, Jennifers, and Jessicas, I longed for a normal name. Life with a weird name was rough as a kid. (It's not that much easier as an adult; I've just gotten used to it.) And while I appreciate the diversity of names, a little part of me cringes inside when I hear a parent call to their daughter, Anais. Her life is going to be tough. Don't people know this...