Shakespeare’s Juliet once asked, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
As much as one would like to believe this, it is simply not true. At least not in real life.
What do I mean?
I was on the way to work yesterday, commenting to my sister that I was starting a new weekly series from this week on called “Movie Monday.” As both of us are a bit on the nerdy side, we started talking about the desired phonetic ordering of certain phrases. For instance, I had initially thought to write “Monday Movie,” but this phrase just didn’t seem to sound right. Then she suggested rather than “Movie Monday,” I should title the series “Friday Flicks” as a recommendation for a movie to watch on the weekends. However, I quickly shot down that idea since I’ve never been too keen on the word “flicks” to refer to movies.
But my younger sister refused to take no for an answer and suggested “Thursday Treats” and probably would have continued listing alliterations to go with Wednesday, Tuesday, Saturday, and Sunday if I hadn’t stopped her.
All in all, there’s something to be said for names and the ordering of names. After all, my two favorite canines are pictured in this post, but I can never imagine calling Bentley by the name “Snoopy” or Snoopy by the name “Bentley.”
That would just be…wrong.
*chuckles* On that silly note, I wish you all a good evening and one last parting thought: names are wonderful things that possess their own inherent identities and characteristics. I hope you all treasure your unique names! 🙂